Twenty Seven

No one could ever understand, the friendship we made
 eight teen years of memories, left in your basement wasting away
 Things maybe different now, but we're still the same
 Our dreams took separate paths, so we went our separate ways
 We were the ones looked at as misunderstood
 But we saw the world as everyone else, probably should
 Not as a life to get through, but one to live up
 At twenty two we're still proving them wrong
 Now we're all out celebrating, we picked up where we left off
 Surrounded by old friends who grew old, but never grew up
 It's like we're the only true friends, left in this town
 It's only rarely now that we come around, because this place has gone to hell
 For all these years, that you backed me up
 Well you deserve some credit, more than anyone