Last night was a hoot. Like old times. A battle between the stoners and drunks Geeking out on couches Irish drunken melodies Some kid with his hands down his pants Good smot poking Lots of peanut butter cups Old friends are a good thing to see.
i see who you are and who else can compare i meant what i said, i promised to stand by your side until the end, that's where we begin from here to eternity we begin understanding it is our hearts that define what has meaning in life some will ask how can this be but it was you who made me feel