The One About Distance
Remember then
Before we left
We all knew when we'd see each other next
I don't know
I don't know
What I thought
Remember me
In NYC
No one to call so I don't speak
I don't know
There was something in the way
Yeah
Please wait outside
I only tried
To call your phone
Like ten damn times
You know
I'm just not sure
Two weeks after last year
So where'd you all go
Oh no I'm good alone
I'm not here to text first
See you when I'm home
Forget about me
I smell like weed
I got not money my friends buy me drinks
I don't know I was trying to get paid
Yeah
Please wait outside
Hope you don't mind
Threw some dead weight
And cut some ties
You know
I'm just not sure
Two weeks after last year
So where'd you all go
Oh no I'm good alone
I'm not here to text first
See you when I'm home
You know
I'm just not sure
Two weeks after last year
So where'd you all go
Oh no I'm fine alone
You won't get that call back
So leave me alone
Oh my god
Open your yearbook
Am I still inside
Oh my god
You'll probably sell yours
Because I signed
Oh my god
You still in bathrooms
You still get high
Oh my god
You watched me grow up
Won't watch me die
People come in seasons
But so does the fucking flu
Before we left
We all knew when we'd see each other next
I don't know
I don't know
What I thought
Remember me
In NYC
No one to call so I don't speak
I don't know
There was something in the way
Yeah
Please wait outside
I only tried
To call your phone
Like ten damn times
You know
I'm just not sure
Two weeks after last year
So where'd you all go
Oh no I'm good alone
I'm not here to text first
See you when I'm home
Forget about me
I smell like weed
I got not money my friends buy me drinks
I don't know I was trying to get paid
Yeah
Please wait outside
Hope you don't mind
Threw some dead weight
And cut some ties
You know
I'm just not sure
Two weeks after last year
So where'd you all go
Oh no I'm good alone
I'm not here to text first
See you when I'm home
You know
I'm just not sure
Two weeks after last year
So where'd you all go
Oh no I'm fine alone
You won't get that call back
So leave me alone
Oh my god
Open your yearbook
Am I still inside
Oh my god
You'll probably sell yours
Because I signed
Oh my god
You still in bathrooms
You still get high
Oh my god
You watched me grow up
Won't watch me die
People come in seasons
But so does the fucking flu
Credits
Writer(s): Keith Gajtkowstki
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