new strangers

When summer was over
I said goodbye to my friends
But I didn't cry
'Cause I thought I'd be back again

We'd sit on that green couch
Talkin' over a movie
Complainin' about choir practice with Dooley
And drivin' 'round town
Didn't mean nothin' to me
With nothin' to do
We thought nothin' would change

But I don't go home
And I don't answer my phone
I miss parties and birthdays
And inside jokes
It's hard to meet in
The middle on different roads
I'll get back there sooner or later
But right now it feels like I'm not keepin' old friends
I'm just makin' new strangers

If I took off a week
And took I-56
Seven hours in my car
To be back where I lived
Would your mom's house
Still have that green couch in it
Would we reminisce for more than a minute
Or would we find out we're just too different now

That's why
I don't go home
And I don't answer my phone
I miss parties and birthdays
And inside jokes
It's hard to meet in
The middle on different roads
I'll get back there sooner or later
But right now it feels like I'm not keepin' old friends
I'm just makin' new strangers



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Campbell, Savana Santos, Fred Wilhelm, Samantha Backoff, Sami Bearden
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