Is there more I could have said? Now they’re only pictures in my head.
Sometimes even my happy self has a rainy day. Remember when we got lost going to sky high? Who’d have thought your ukulele would be hard to live without? If we could do it all again, just another chance to all hang together. Would anybody come or even care? Or did something break we cant repair? They may have been unbearable but I still loved your jokes
Is there more I could have said?
Now they’re only pictures in my head.
i can hear your voices in my head, wishing i could see you all again.
But I’m standing here instead.
Now they’re only pictures in my head
i miss the old gang.