I walk in on Friday nights, same old bar, same burned out lights, same people and all the same faces, so why in the hell does it feel like a different place? Meet my friends for girls' night out, seems there ain't much to talk about, same drinks that we're all raisin' but all of the toast just don't feel the same. We used to be the laughing and partying, we used to be the ones that they wished they were, but now it's like they don't know how to act, maybe they're like me and they want us back, it's like there's always an empty space, those memories that nobody can erase, of how bright we burned, well now it hurts but it's true, when they think of me they think of you. They keep asking how I am, but they're really asking where you've been, I can read between all of the lines, it ain't just us missing all of the times we were the life of the party. We used to be the ones that they wished they were, but now it's like they don't know how to act, maybe they're like me and they want us back, it's like there's always an empty space, those memories that nobody can erase, of how bright we burned, well now it hurts but it's true, when they think of me they think of you, ain't it funny how I flame like that, oh they think of you, it can burn when it's in the past, we used to be the life of the party, we used to be the ones that they wished they were, but now it's like they don't know how to act, maybe they're like me and they want us back, it's like there's always an empty space, those memories that nobody can erase, of how bright we burned, well now it hurts but it's true, when they think of me they think of you, oh they think of you, when they think of me, maybe they, oh, when they think of me they think of you. you