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