About 2 minutes past the river where the sinners spent their lonely nights, there lied a dirt road waiting for us, hidden were the broken street signs
being alone. I'd try to change, but I'd just end up the same, upset and alone. Life's a pile of shit, only deeper. Where's that rock star lifestyle for
life. I'll play tekken friday night. There's a call from your best friend just when you thought you were alone. Just remember that there's a reason.
It finds its way right back to me. The arrows lead me in the right direction. And it's dark and glossy. My reflection's staring back at me. I'm at a loss
had an offer that I couldn't refuse, so I said fuck it, I had nothing going on. They said wassamattayou-a eatin' McDonalds? You eat like a king-a if
way through? If only every day could be a day for me and noone else. Can't I do anything to make you want me? Why can't I make plans and be a real man
her picture on the bathroom mirror, that way sheis always looking at me. I don't, but if I did I'd keep our conversations long and interesting. That's
thought that I can't shake is the fucking laughs and "I told you so's". This one's for all the man I tried to be. This shot's for all of our wasted times
other half aren't here, well how could I think less of you? Is it hard enough to think; is it hard enough to drink? I'll have a piece of you forever
a bullet in my brain. I'd rather be a freeloader and sit on my ass. Play asshole with Mr. Bud. (I need) You're seven digits away. I need a heroin habit, or a