I kind of miss the times we had

Remember when I got sad,

And I told you I felt like dying

Crista prayed of us as we were crying?

I kind of miss the Sunday nights

Except the times we got in fights

The time I went into the bathroom to see

If there were any razorblades for me

I kind of miss the things we'd say

Every Sunday morning and Wednesday

Arguing 'bout silly things

Like boys, clothes, and guitar strings

I kind of miss the songs you'd write

I have to admit, they're quite the sight

I still admire the one about going

On an adventure, but now I am knowing

You'll never read this, because I said

That I'd less likely be with you than be dead

Even if it was true, it swirls in my head

I still sometimes dream of you in bed...

I kind of miss the times we had,

But it makes me kind of sad

Because you always got mad

And told me energy drinks were bad.