Ghosts Of My Friends

The real hangover is emotional, not the booze

When"what are we doing this weekend"

Turns into, we need to catch up soon

When the non-stop parties, and fun times go away

And you wish to death, that it would stay

I'm drowning my sorrows, chasing the ghosts of my friends

Cause I swear to god, that I thought that those good times would never end

Now I'm driving late at night, shedding a tear

Cause I swear to god, that I wish that they were here

I'm drowning my sorrows, chasing the ghosts of my friends

The worst part of getting older

Is watching time pass you by

And realizing that you wasted

Over half of your life

I'm drowning my sorrows, chasing the ghosts of my friends

Cause I swear to god, that I thought that those good times would never end

Now I'm driving late at night, shedding a tear

Cause I swear to god, that I wish that they were here

I'm drowning my sorrows, chasing the ghosts of my friends

We can still meet up once in a while

But it's hard replacing the old hangouts that used to make me smile

Yeah, I'm drowning my sorrows, chasing the ghosts of my friends

Cause I swear to god, that I thought that those good times would never end

Now I'm driving late at night, shedding a tear

Cause I swear to god, that I wish that they were here

I'm drowning my sorrows, chasing the ghosts of my friends