I was thinking about
That one night at your house
When you told me all those things
You'd never said out loud
We cried there on your couch
Made pinky promises about
Not up and leaving
Never cheating
Never losing what we found
Easy to know hard to notice
Growing up's getting bogus
Whoa
We made the best of it
Whoa
You were always the best of it
Looking back 12 years and we're still the same
Dumb kids through goddamn everything
Whoa
It was a mess
But we made the best of it
Front seat of your car
With all the windows down
We'd drown out our parent's plans
With all our favorite bands
Sharing fast food
Center console
Freakin' out
But you're quick with the console
Slow me down
And turn the music up
We sing it loud
Yeah we sing it loud
Whoa
We made the best of it
Whoa
You were always the best of it
Looking back 12 years and we're still the same
Dumb kids through goddamn everything
Whoa
It was a mess
But we made the best of it
We tore up days and nights
Parking lots Seven-Eleven
Scary movies sour candy
It was our little heaven
Just one song in my speakers
Brings me back a dimension
We felt so infinite
Now we say remember when?
Whoa
We made the best of it
Whoa
It was a mess
But we made the best of it
Whoa
We made the best of it
Whoa
You were always the best of it
Looking back 12 years and we're still the same
Dumb kids through goddamn everything
Whoa
It was a mess
But we made the best of it