Just talked to this
girl who used to live
on my street

after all these years
you're here and you remember me.

she said her old boyfriend packed up
and headed back east but she always
knew someday he would go she just got
a new job but doubts it will last.

so let's take a drink and never
think here's to the past

and she says
it's so funny how life
burns out so fast it's
just another wasted
day a boring life in a
boring town with the
same old crowd and i
used to say that i'd
never stay

but i'm rotting here
today with that same old crowd
that's always been
around and i always
thought i'd be the
first to go. that
same old crowd
that brings me down
another day in a
boring town.

and remember when
they'd look through
you and then look
past me we were
the ones they said
would always leave

when you go think of me.