My fair-weather friend
I can never tell if I'm happy to see you again
Those familiar roads seem to welcome me
They show me the way home, is this where I need to be?

My teenage haze spent under these dim lights
The came and went too fucking fast
The tears dry in too quickly, and the laughs die away
Am I the only one left here?

I've seen ghosts of my youth haunt this place
Like someone walking by your window
I only barely recognise his face
Only a glance at something you thought that you once knew
Like someone walking by your window
They disappear to quickly

This can't be a dead end town, at least not for me
It's not something that I give in to
This place will never become just another word for regret

So should we drink up and say our goodbyes through gritted teeth?

My teenage haze spent under these dim lights
The came and went too fucking fast
I've seen ghosts of my youth haunt this place
Like someone walking by your window
I only barely recognise his face

Will we ever tell our story of how we made it out our old lives?