
i remember the stupid things, the mood rings,
the bracelets and the beads
nickels and dimes. yours and mine, did you cash in on all your dreams
you don't dream for me, no, you don't dream for me, no,
but I still feel your pulse like sonar from the days in the waves
that guy is like a sunburn
i would like to say
that guy is like a sunburn
i would like to say
he's like a sunburn
he's like a sunburn.......
miss ya