The Good Years Lyrics

Is this the end?

Or am I just falling apart before I can see it through

Is what I said

So damn confusing that I'll never hear from you

It's been awhile since I spoke out

And since you moved out of your parents house

When word gets round that we're both in town

You can hit me up or break me down

So hit me up on the weekend

Cause I don't think I'll be here then

I'm tired of wasting time while I'm breathing

I'm taking the last shot

I count on the good years

I need my friend

Give me that second chance

So I can spill the truth

I lost my head and now I'm so damn sorry

Wish I would hear from you

Through all the years that we hung out

I never thought we'd have a falling out

When word gets round that we're both in town

You can hit me up or break me down

So hit me up on the weekend

Cause I don't think I'll be here then

Im tired of wasting time while I'm breathing

I'm taking the last shot

I count on the good years

Woahs

So hit me up on the weekend

Cause I don't think I'll be here then

Im tired of wasting time while I'm breathing

I'm taking the last shot

I count on the good years

So hit me up on the weekend

Cause I don't think I'll be here then

Im tired of wasting time while I'm breathing

I'm taking the last shot

I count on the good years