Losing touch with friends from home (21-22) These last few months i've been meanin' to phone (22-23) But every time i do It seems like i've got less to say to you I only go home twice a year (23-24) 'Cause when i do it feels so weird (24-25) Nothin's quite the same Except the buckfast bottles in the rain What do we do now? Now we're ten years older The bands we loved are dead The bands we loved are dead I'll always think of you Whenever i smell cider But it won't be the same, again We reminisce 'bout days long gone (21-22) We kicked about wi' kappa tracksuits on (22-23) But both our lives have changed And this conversation feels so strained An awkward pause on the end of the line (23- 24) I've got to go but let's catch up some time (24-25) But time falls by so fast And we can't keep living in the past