Remember when we took the box of thin mints

And rode our bikes away from our houses?

We ate them until our stomachs ached.

And remember the Ritz crackers that we

Took and we hid in the tree’s to eat them?

Remember counting brownies to see if

One would be missed if we

Were to eat it?

And the chocolate nesquick powder under my bed

That one summer day?

That was how we used to rebel...

And then you grew up fast,

The year that you smoked in those same trees

And cut your hair off

And spiked it into a mohawk

And the letters you wrote to your parents

Those threatening letters

Remember the cuts on your hands?

And the bottles in your room?

And the pills in your pocket?

And the lies you uttered from your mouth,

Whenever it opened?

But nowadays

There are no more pills

And there is no smoking in the trees

And the scars on your hands fade, just like mine.

And there’s no bottles in your room.

Now the bottle’s in my hand

And this boy by my side

You’ve got one too.

We’ll always have those

Memories of when it was just you and me

In those tree’s

With the Ritz cracker crumbs

On our sleeves.

Even though we’ll never feel that way again

We’ll never forget it,

As long as we’re living.