• Forgotten virtues remain like ink stains
    painted on parchment skin
    Our childhood was a bedtime story sin
    We wrecked rooftops and when the proof dropped
    We ran from blue cops until our shoes stopped
    on the front porch
    Remember when we were crazy?
    Before s**t hit the fan
    Before real life and the baby
    We would play music like we knew how to
    awkwardly plucking strings of infinity
    Desperately trying to learn the chord for eternal Youth
    and making the neighbors wish the walls were soundproof
    I miss grass stains and growing pains
    sitting around for hours
    never saying a word cuz each knew what the other had to say
    Those were the days
    Back when our definition of "Play"
    involved pretending we were Dorian Gray
    I'd give everything away just to be there again
    Popping pills, snorting coke, and drinking
    because we were Invincible
    Indivisible
    Perfect clones of each other
    I still remember that night when your mother...
    brought a gun to her head
    I remember that... somehow... we still made each other laugh
    Which is exactly what she would've wanted
    Rancid songs narrated our lives back then
    The world was our playpen
    And we would walk for miles with no destination
    we laughed for hours with no hesitation
    sticking our fingertips into cracks in the sidewalk
    and prying open portals to Universes where we weren't just lonely
    but white lines on mirrors turned to dark circles under eyes
    our vagabond lives caught up with us in time
    and suddenly we woke up, 18 and tired
    wondering if it was really just a dream
    Begging to go back to 14
    to 2007
    When we wrecked rooftops and when the proof dropped
    We ran from blue cops until our shoes stopped
    on the front porch
    We'd pass out then come back for more
    Never bored with lazy summer days, see, we had it made
    No class, just action, barred teeth and passion
    And no one knew a thing about us because they weren't askin
    We were just abandoned and dirty
    May as well be called orphans
    Street walkers flirting with Death
    out of breath but not luck
    we didn't give a flyin ********
    when we wandered barefoot to the next adventure
    But nowadays we just cling to the past
    Our attempts at conversation are nice, but never last
    I just miss 2007
    When we wrecked rooftops and when the proof dropped
    We ran from blue cops until our shoes stopped
    on your front porch