The Outsiders
Seventeen, strung out, and crazy, acting like I'm in love
I never thought you'd be something that I waited for
But you were different to me, like most things actually are
Take it off and say my name, it'll never be the same
My friends versus your friends in the backroads of the town we outgrew
My car in the front yard with the boombox that I bought without you
Find a way to make it make sense again
Find a way to make it make sense again
I saw your old guy, now is he old news?
I miss the old life, I miss the old you
When we spent all week with the hotel view
And the friends in the living room knew what we do
I spent twenty-odd years in the middle of something
Kicking at the rocks in the bed of the junction
Regret and reflect, I can't fall asleep with the lights off
Try not to forget, but I might
My friends versus your friends in the backroads of the town we outgrew
My car in the front yard with the boombox that I bought without you
Find a way to make it make sense again
Find a way to make it make sense again
My friends versus your friends in the backroads of the town we outgrew
My car in the front yard with the boombox that I bought without you
Find a way to make it make sense again
Find a way to make it make sense again
Find a way to make it make sense again
Find a way to make it make sense again
I never thought you'd be something that I waited for
But you were different to me, like most things actually are
Take it off and say my name, it'll never be the same
My friends versus your friends in the backroads of the town we outgrew
My car in the front yard with the boombox that I bought without you
Find a way to make it make sense again
Find a way to make it make sense again
I saw your old guy, now is he old news?
I miss the old life, I miss the old you
When we spent all week with the hotel view
And the friends in the living room knew what we do
I spent twenty-odd years in the middle of something
Kicking at the rocks in the bed of the junction
Regret and reflect, I can't fall asleep with the lights off
Try not to forget, but I might
My friends versus your friends in the backroads of the town we outgrew
My car in the front yard with the boombox that I bought without you
Find a way to make it make sense again
Find a way to make it make sense again
My friends versus your friends in the backroads of the town we outgrew
My car in the front yard with the boombox that I bought without you
Find a way to make it make sense again
Find a way to make it make sense again
Find a way to make it make sense again
Find a way to make it make sense again
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Sam Catalano, Marcello Mottola, Nico Fabito
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