An Empty Orchestra - Scruff

I can't help but think of the friends that left
Weekends I would forget
My poor selective memory
We'd always smile for the world to see
But there was a joy in me
When we would plan for nothing
Did you see when the storm hit?
Ran for the closest cover I could get
I used to be careless
Now afraid of my clothes getting wet
I can't help but think of the friends that left
Weekends I would forget
My poor selective memory
We'd always smile for the world to see
But there was a joy in me
When we would plan for nothing
I remember when we went to the beach
We could hear waves, how they were calling
Dropped all our stuff, felt free
I chose to stay, had to watch for thieves
Some of my friends stayed, most all left
Few stuck around through college
I keep writing songs, stupid fucking songs
They're always about the same problem
Some of my friends stayed, most all left
Few stuck around through college
I keep writing songs, stupid fucking songs
They're always about the same problem
Some of my friends stayed, most all left
Few stuck around through college
I keep writing songs, stupid fucking songs
They're always about the same problem

Written by:
Brandon Chavez

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