Wave goodbye to the house. Your parents watched the life burn out like a cowboy killer, no filter. And you tell yourself you’ve still got a chance to turn things around, to make shit better. But thats a lie and I know you know it. Your going to take a big swing and royally blow it. Because your a miserable fuck and believe me it’s showing.
If I only knew why you stopped singing those old songs. Sad ones. All the time. I was younger. “Oh johnny boy the pipes are calling.” Well where the fuck are they now? Whose to say they ever called anyhow?
It was summer we were fools. Fists though windows thinking man we were cool. And time moves so fast when your twenty and you still got nothing to live for.