Scott Helman - Old Friends

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It’s a Friday night and I think about you
Cause I don’t get high in the ways we used to
Why’d they make something that was so damn bad for me, so easy to do
I would call my mom but she doesn’t like you
Where are you now? Coming up, coming down?
Memories are bullets, they get lodged in your head
I miss my old friends, the way we used to get fucked up
I miss my old friends, couple Skittles in a red cup
Guess you could say I’m better now, better than lying in a ditch but
I miss my old friends, does it ever get better?
'Cause I miss the lot by the old apartment
Where we dodged those cops 'cause we knew couldn’t fight them
And you said that you’d always have back, no one says that any more
Maybe happiness is a moving target
Where are you now? Coming up, coming down?
Memories are bullets, they get lodged in your head
I miss my old friends, the way we used to get fucked up
I miss my old friends, couple Skittles in a red cup
Guess you could say I’m better now, better than lying in a ditch but
I miss my old friends, does it ever get better?
Does it ever get better than
Waking up stoned on a Sunday? Cleaning up good on a Monday?
Dragging my feet through the weekday
Life was a joke and we all knew the punchline
I wish I was faded, on something unregulated
Counting bills in the backseat of a silver Honda Civic by the underpass
I miss my old friends, the way we used to get fucked up
I miss my old friends…
Guess you could say I’m better now, better than lying in a ditch but
I miss my old friends, does it ever get better?
Guess you could say I’m better now, better than lying in a ditch but
I miss my old friends, does it ever get better?