Way back 2008 Car's packed four in back that's okay Windows down drive around No destination but we're screaming with the breakdown Felt like heaven those nights 7 Eleven By the skatepark trying to numb away the depression At abandoned house parties and we're running from the cops But the fun was wearing off Never thought that it would stop I watched all my friends fade out We used to hate sleeping Hung out every weekend You hit the bottom then the bottom dropped out The drugs you've been keeping use them every weekend You were strung out on the pavement High school kids getting wasted The memories all fade out Stories that I'm keeping Tell them on the weekend someday Someday You started to slip away Disappeared didn't hear feels like for days The stuff you bought and then you sold Stole the boy I knew since we were ten years old Try to buy heaven behind 7 Eleven By the skatepark hoping to numb away the depression At abandoned house parties, still running from the cops But the high was wearing off Never thought that it would stop I watched all my friends fade out We used to hate sleeping Hung out every weekend You hit the bottom then the bottom dropped out Spent my nights sleeping alone on the weekend We would grab the bikes, hit the pavement 50 kids packed in a basement The memories all fade out Stories that I'm keeping Tell them on the weekend someday Someday I still think about them now and then Was there anything that I could have said I was young and over my head I was just a kid who couldn't make a difference Feel like a piece of shit That I could give up and move on and get over it Maybe I'll see you again Tell stories on the weekend someday I still think about them now and then Was there anything that I could have said I was young and over my head I was just a kid who couldn't make a difference Feel like a piece of shit That I could give up and move on and get over it Maybe I'll see them again Tell stories on the weekend someday I watched all my friends fade out We used to hate sleeping Hung out every weekend You hit the bottom then the bottom dropped out Drugs you've been keeping use them every weekend You were strung out on the pavement High school kids getting wasted The memories all fade out Stories that I'm keeping Tell them on the weekend, someday