And we’re never on time
Laughing at the wrong time
(Laughing at the wrong thing)
Laughing for a long time
I think its gonna be alright

We don’t talk much but I hope that you’re well
Let's drive to the beach and play songs from 2012
I've been meaning to text you for 7 or 8 days
Get back from your vacay
Meet me at HJ’s
We had like a million great days, at least
And thats only since grade eight, I mean
HSM like 2006 I take all the blame for this Tokyo drift

Weeks were getting super long and I was getting bored
Now Monday doesn’t even feel like Monday anymore
Everyone was always wrong, I’m glad that we ignored
Now Monday doesn’t even feel like Monday anymore