Saw an old friend yesterday
He didn't talk the same
But I saw through these new walls like cellophane
Such a delicate Monday
Smoking joints and telling jokes about the class we used to hate
What a sweet and bitter taste
Growing older feels like hearts are getting colder as we wait
For the day our body's break
Just know I have your back feel free call me up when it starts to ache
And be sure
To keep your pictures on your wall
And look close
You'll see that nothings really changed
And I hope it's working out
Saw an old friend yesterday
He seemed to talk the same but in his eyes I saw a crippling pain
Oh how life can be so strange
One day you're having fun the next your hand is burning in the flame
What a sweet and bitter taste
Getting older all these rocks turn into boulders in our brains
So don't shoot beyond your range
Cos all those targets missed will eat away and turn hope into rage
And be sure
To keep your pictures on your wall
And look close
You'll see that nothings really changed
And I hope it's working out
