The Good Years

Is this the end?
Or am I just falling apart before I can see it through
Is what I said
So damn confusing that I'll never hear from you
It's been awhile since I spoke out
And since you moved out of your parents house
When word gets round that we're both in town
You can hit me up or break me down

So hit me up on the weekend
Cause I don't think I'll be here then
I'm tired of wasting time while I'm breathing
I'm taking the last shot
I count on the good years

I need my friend
Give me that second chance
So I can spill the truth
I lost my head and now I'm so damn sorry
Wish I would hear from you
Through all the years that we hung out
I never thought we'd have a falling out
When word gets round that we're both in town
You can hit me up or break me down

So hit me up on the weekend
Cause I don't think I'll be here then
I'm tired of wasting time while I'm breathing
I'm taking a last shot
I count on the good years

Woahs

So hit me up on the weekend
Cause I don't think I'll be here then
I'm tired of wasting time while I'm breathing
I'm taking a last shot
I count on the good years

So hit me up on the weekend
Cause I don't think I'll be here then
I'm tired of wasting time while I'm breathing
I'm taking a last shot
I count on the good years



Credits
Writer(s): Derek Sorensen
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