back in those daysnback in my endnwe would bro downnevery weekendni miss those timesni miss those skinsni had to askndo i miss my friends?nnon the forfeit townsnwhere they misbehavenwhere they skip the billsnand they radio slaveni'm a cutthroat boynyou're an empty gravenwe can still be friendsnwhen i get off stagennyonrat packnsammy davisnrap pagesnbetty davisnslab tray off the meat racknbeat factcheckers need to take a fucking breaknif you know what i meannyou know what i meannmy current girl is a stewardessnbut she ain't flynshe's well groundednstill astounded to see me trynto play around with the boundariesnbeats hotter than a foundrynless beef than a pantryndon't call me tom like landryncall me alec simon with the words that i'm rhymin'nwith the peculiar timingnor friends by proximityni have friends who spend in loud numbersni have friends who depend on cloud coverni have friends who don't know my namenmy favorite friend, she believes in changenwhen i tell her about the core of a mannall she says is, i'm a womannso then i saynnback in those daysnback in my endnwe would bro downnevery weekendni miss those timesni miss those skinsni had to askndo i miss my friends?nnon the forfeit townsnwhere they misbehavenwhere they skip the billsnand they radio slaveni'm a cutthroat boynyou're an empty gravenwe can still be friendsnwhen i get off stagennmy friends have dreamsnnow guess why we're friendsncommon bonds come along like common songsnwith an offbeat delivery and awkward obscenitynodd are it's here nwe walk by the river streamnand wonder about the life and death of chivalryni'm bumping tough ni have a really good memorynand to the jerk that said words don't hurt ntalk to me for a changeni'll treat ya like pac in a rangenmy ex-girlfriend talks to me real strangencause she knows being closer would make her hate me foreverngot a hoodie that's clever, draped in bone leathernwhen was it last we hung out together?nit was a scene like nput me on a racknor rag me with guiltnor rack up some killsnor crack up some krillsnso you can look good for your friendsnnback in those daysnback in my endnwe would bro downnevery weekendni miss those timesni miss those skinsni had to askndo i miss my friends?nnon the forfeit townsnwhere they misbehavenwhere they skip the billsnand they radio slaveni'm a cutthroat boynyou're an empty gravenwe can still be friendsnwhen i get off stagenni'm done shaking hands under pounds and wavesnbecause i don't have sex on the very first datenyou're trying to fuck nbut i know people like you who spend a whole night saying what they might donand i'm a doer not a sayer, shaker and a movernwith the kind of strange dream that hits your brain like a tumorntwo more awkward encounters with ex-one nightersnand i'm done shooting off my mouth at gunfightersni run writers and walk printersncrowded email ni officially block sendersnasking do you remember early decembernwe hung out togetherni tried to find you on friendsternwell i haven't used that since limewire ntearaways in junior high alienationnso i apologize for this confirmation of the touring musician stereotypeni'm the same guy who's drunk and probably a bit borednhahahahahaha to be honestnnback in those daysnback in my endnwe would bro downnevery weekendni miss those timesni miss those skinsni had to askndo i miss my friends?nnon the forfeit townsnwhere they misbehavenwhere they skip the billsnand they radio slaveni'm a cutthroat boynyou're an empty gravenwe can still be friendsnwhen i get off stagennafterpartiesnmy dad said i was an afterparty babynthis goes out to all the accidents out therenkeep on making mistakes