Lyrics: Near Miss. The Gentle Art Of Making Enemies. To All My Friends.

To all my friends, our time, a gift of trust
And I remember the days and the memories are never enough
And I miss- I miss the times and the days we'd skate
The mornings the worst I still complain
If I could have it all for just one day
I'd say I miss our summer days
When decisions weren't made
And life was just a game for today

To think of these times that I miss
To feel the loss I can admit
But I still miss the times we were just kids
And I dream- I dream back to a time we shared
When feelings were bared and no one ever cared

I'd say I miss our summer days
When decisions weren't made
And life was just a game for today

You can't forget
Everything we shared will it ever be repaired
Will we say this is the end
This goes out to all my friends

I'd say I miss our summer days
When decisions weren't made
And life was just a game for today