Текст песни Jimi Bleachball

I saw my best friend counting his heartbeat I saw the best days wasted on sleeping in Try hard to feel it, mind has now wandered Hands meant to hold hands, kept from the cold, I don't know Kids riding two lives, swung from the branches Kept in our backyards, soon to be sunsets Oh summer blister, smoking in the van Go down together, the pavement we've conquered