think with me back into our times
back in the glory days of rock and roll
and the songs didn't always have to rhyme
getting french fries with your mother
made your problems go away
and everything looked like it could be alright
so here's to our days that we fell so low
we faked around, on through
yeah, we'd pretend. we'd act cool
so no one ever had to know
so here's to our nights when we felt so high
but you said all we'd have to do
would be to lie under the sky
so i would lie beneath my skies
and you said that it would make me alright
(chorus) okay, we were nothing, we're nothing
'cause i thought nothing was right
mom's pancakes, sam's milkshakes
my endless mix tape nights
handmade tracks of "one winter"
everyone was so high
night drives of infinity
having the time of your life
and here's to our days when we fell too low
i masqueraded around with you
and nobody ever needs to know
so here's to lone days, so here's to long nights
when our wind tunnel songs
would have changed everybody's lives
(chorus)
think with me ahead to a time
[think to the days when music means to rock the soul]
and the greatest song
is the one that doesn't rhyme
so i wrote it for you
so i wrote you my hear in those lines
[Sam screamed this really fun scream, and there it was. Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. Sam sat down and started laughing. Patrick started laughing. I started laughing. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite. ]
----MRS '07
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