apartment402
Two, three
One two three f-
Do you remember?
Apartment 402
Way back then
Where Major Nelson
Awarded all of us our wings
And made us boys into men
Do you remember?
That night we stole from the boogie bar
That wouldn't let us in to dance
Those 50 pounds
Felt like 50 miles
We carried the weight of the world in our hands
Those were the best days of our lives
And the worst of the worst
Yeah, the worst of the worst
Cause those were the best days of our lives
And the worst of the worst
Yeah, the worst of the worst
Our first real cigarettes
Leaves in the living room
That September was the last time we listened to
Anything that good
The house down the road with thenoise complaints
You were smoking a dart when you met my parents
The backyard show we pulled
That time time you spilled your bong water
Everybody left till it was just the three of us
On the couch, that we built
35 degrees soaked through the mattress
Wake up to the smell of those fucking pancakes
Give a fuck, love you still
Those were the best days of our lives
And the worst of the worst
Yeah, the worst of the worst
Cause those were the best days of our lives
And the worst of the worst
Yeah, the worst of the worst
Well, you never really asked if I'm honest
Where you now?
What you do?
It's kinda hard to tell if you want us
If I knew how
You know I would
Thank god
We don't really drink like we used to
We don't really think like we used to
Why's it weird to say that I miss you
Why's it ever weird at all
One two three f-
Do you remember?
Apartment 402
Way back then
Where Major Nelson
Awarded all of us our wings
And made us boys into men
Do you remember?
That night we stole from the boogie bar
That wouldn't let us in to dance
Those 50 pounds
Felt like 50 miles
We carried the weight of the world in our hands
Those were the best days of our lives
And the worst of the worst
Yeah, the worst of the worst
Cause those were the best days of our lives
And the worst of the worst
Yeah, the worst of the worst
Our first real cigarettes
Leaves in the living room
That September was the last time we listened to
Anything that good
The house down the road with thenoise complaints
You were smoking a dart when you met my parents
The backyard show we pulled
That time time you spilled your bong water
Everybody left till it was just the three of us
On the couch, that we built
35 degrees soaked through the mattress
Wake up to the smell of those fucking pancakes
Give a fuck, love you still
Those were the best days of our lives
And the worst of the worst
Yeah, the worst of the worst
Cause those were the best days of our lives
And the worst of the worst
Yeah, the worst of the worst
Well, you never really asked if I'm honest
Where you now?
What you do?
It's kinda hard to tell if you want us
If I knew how
You know I would
Thank god
We don't really drink like we used to
We don't really think like we used to
Why's it weird to say that I miss you
Why's it ever weird at all
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Writer(s): Maxime Trippenbach
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