Biked past your old apartment
someone new lives there now
They keep some plants on the sill
The kind you could never keep around
The kind your cat would kill

There's a target on your back
That the green machine is chasing
We’ve got some practicing to do
To send these champagne corks across the way
I’m waiting for that glorious day

A kitchen full of besties
Balcony of laughter
Oh I’ve missed these days
When the taboo buzzer rings out for the last time
I’m so happy I could cry

Then we’re singing happy birthday at the top of our lungs
It’s been a while since I’ve sung this song
And heard all my friends singing along

This time next year we won't miss what we're missing