It's been two years since I've taken this way home It's comforting to know not much has changed From the fields we used to roam to sneak into those two abandoned homes
Everyone's a writer I just have a general block... There's signs in every yard but a piece of plastic doesn't tend to make my mind
I still take bad advice from my best friends Rather take bad advice from my best friends And guide a sinking ship to the bottom with them I'll go to the bottom with you
Thinking back on thinking forward I always thought I'd be further than I ever am Without this bad knee I wouldn't have a good one These vices don't hold me down They fucking carry me
Sometimes I can't believe the things I get myself into Because laying low has never made much sense to me
So keep on spinning and I'll stay behind My closing speech... Fuck your world, I'll take mine (Sincerely stolen from a bathroom wall)
