Perfect Strangers In Reverse
Here we are just strangers in a crowd. Not long ago we were arm in arm singing loud. But some great divide grew in between. No falling out or big fight, just apathy. I don't want to hear another song about friends being long gone. We used to argue up and down these streets. We walked each other home when the wind hit three sheets. Now the only thing holding me is concrete. I can't remember if I miss you or I miss the way I used to be. I don't want to hear another song about friends being long gone. Here we are just strangers in a crowd. We just don't make an effort. We're isolated and proud.