We used to waste the afternoons
On pastel skateboards in suburbia
Wishing we were twenty-two
In a penthouse somewhere with a city view

Bet that building has wasted away by now
Collecting dust with you
And the memories that all are faded somehow
But that's on me too

And I miss you
But in the way of early days
If we were to talk now, don’t know what I'd say
I want to hear about everything
But everything's just too much to take