We used to hang out on Fridays watch old movies and talk about life. I knew how you liked your coffee and your dark confessions. I knew the meaning of your tattoos. You were the Thelma to my Louise. We have pictures, text messages and old memories. (Chorus) The kind that you miss when you're sitting all alone late at night. The ones that make you teary eyed when you're talking about it out loud. The ones that you remember when there's nothing left but their name on a headstone. We don't cherish them till it's all we have left. You can take the pictures and text messages but not these old memories. I pray and scream out loud. Because I've spent all this time on friendships that never last. I was there when you needed me but I needed you you always had plans. Everyone has talent I guess mines gathering these old memories. (Chorus) I can put these pictures away but not these old memories.