time has crept up on us
now all our j1s have graduated
now we're a bunch of old fogeys
with only our memories, as proof of who we were

time has gone and taken away the ease
given us an awkwardness a silence hard to break
so much has gone on
how do u talk about it
how can u say the same things
when i, u, we're no longer the same
we've gone and grown up
grown apart
and whos to blame
how do you tell friends-forever-supposedly
that we're worlds apart

friendship adapts evolves i guess
but what are we now
i dun really know
we dun exist simply for the sake of hanging or going out
so what do we exist for
good feelings and good will die off sooner or later
are we dead yet