I miss the days
Nineteen, good friends
In a van, no stress
It seems, that we're in the clouds
Headlight, tonight, pull up
I miss the days
I miss the days with with this world that felt
So fresh and so new
I-I-I-I miss the days
Don't want this bitter hate
I miss the days with with this world that felt
So fresh and so new
Good [?], less friends
I'll do it all, more stress
Jaded, by the industry
I could, that's so far from [?]
I miss the days
I miss the days with with this world that felt
So fresh and so new
I-I-I-I miss the days
I miss the days with with this world that felt
So fresh and so new
