Texty: Class Of 98 (The). Touch This And Die. Everywhere You Go.

I wrote you eight half letters
you ripped them up but put together
maybe you don't think we're still friends
but i'm with you everywhere you go
cause everywhere you go
is everywhere i go
and everywhere you go
is everywhere i go
it takes me a while to figure out what i'll do without you
it takes me a while to figure out what i'll do without you