I look around at all my friends, the 1-2-3-4-5 dead ends, the kids I'll never see again, the kids who mean the most to me.
Staying up until the morning, in my kitchen swapping stories; memories I can't forget, no matter how the summer went.

We're here forever, and we'll die together.

If you plant a seed, it grows into a tree, and to us, to everyone, this never meant thing. I'm sorry Cameron, that she never meant a thing. This song's for you, wherever you might be, I pray that you stay golden and [bad word] back home.

This song's for you, this song's for movin' on.
This song is for our friends who've been there all along.