I miss driving fast
The long summer days have collapsed
We would get high on the ski mountain
Asking Jim to drive again
I miss my piece of shit car
That beautiful purple interior
The time spent in the back seats
Steamed windows
Dripping streaks
I miss my old friends
Well maybe I just pretend
It was the second guessed perception
That lead to the end
But, those days are gone
Repeated and stressed like an old song
With all longing aside
The simple days of that youth are gone
Now we sit and drink warm beer
In constant financial fear
Crippling debt is just part of life
Fucking amazing, right?
19th birthdays full of pink
Dumping vodka in my rented sink
Looking like trash
With a group of friends to match
These days will eventually be gone
After they become repetitive like that old song
Longing aside
Every single shining youthful moment will soon die
Starrfishing 