Featuring Mark Hoppus

I kinda miss you, back in high school

Twenty-five and I still think about your drawings that you made

I kinda miss you, but I can't talk to you

'Cause in my mind, the only thing that I could do now is intrude

I've got a ring, I think that she'd love you too

But I can't get past the fact I drag almost everyone down

I didn't think I'd say I wanna see you

I won't reach out to you after all this time

I'd imagine I don't fit into your view

Frozen drives from Rocky Horror outgrown

Lofty plans and failing class aside, you'd

Find me in the margins of a sketchbook

Probably best to let the memory die out

I've got a ring, I think that she'd love you too

But I can't get past the fact I drag almost everyone down

Painting the walls that lined the hall after school

Smoke and tattoos, five years removed, hope you'd recognize me now

I don't even know who you are

Memories faded out just like a dark room lesson

Clarity lost on resin

Maybe I'm just thinking too hard

Rather let it dissipate than face my conscience

Call it faking progress

I've got a ring, I think that she'd love you too

But I can't get past the fact I drag almost everyone down

Painting the walls that lined the hall after school

Smoke and tattoos, five years removed, hope you'd recognize me now

I kinda miss you