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This florida summer’s made me wonder if I’ll ever get out of this heat.
I miss the feeling of the snow flakes on my face,
I miss the feeling of home being in one place.
State by state we travel through these lanes, never knowing if we’ll be back again.
I still cling to thoughts of what it was like when I was younger.
You keep me up at night cause I still wonder.
What it’d be like, if we could just re-write, if we could just sweep the past away.
I can’t escape the feeling, that the town we lived in was the reason.
That things got this way, cause we always wanted to get away.
Thinking about how things could’ve been different, but in the end.
It was just easier to blame, the things we had no choice in.
What was it, that made you feel like this, wasn’t worth it?
A family by your side, a life that you didn’t have to hide, from the one’s that cared about you.
What it’d be like, if we could just re-write, if we could just sweep the past away.
I can’t escape the feeling, that the town we lived in was the reason.
That things got this way, cause we always wanted to get away.
Thinking about how things could’ve been different, but in the end.
It was just easier to blame, the things we had no choice in.
It’s easiest to blame, all the things we couldn’t change.
Well, cause it’s easiest to blame.
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Here’s to all the late nights, spent skating through dim lights, on our way to 19th street.
It’s 3 AM and we’re at it again, just a couple of kids with no better place to be.
A list of blurred memories, from all the shows that we played,
late nights at Taco Bell third street, smoking blunts in the lobby.
Bombing hills on Fort Caroline was a lot of fun until I cracked my skull open.
My years have always seemed to out grow me,
cause my mind still thinks I’m 17.
I’ll remember it all, through the network of pins stuck to the map on my wall.
Everything we did and all the places we saw, are a constant reminder of why we haven’t moved on.
I never want these days to end, but when they do, I’ll keep the memories in my head, and all the bullshit aside, I know my dreams will never die. So take this for what it is.
A couple stupid kids, making the best of the lives their living.
Laying on the basement floor, of my parents house where we started it all.
Learning how to play the same songs again and again,
Learning how to make the best of every state we were in.
I always wish that I, could go back to simpler times.
But growth, is inevitable.
I always told myself, I’d make it further than this,
we put the time in, made mistakes and learned we’d never quit.
So I don’t care anymore, how much we get out of this.
As long as I push through and always make the best of it.
I’ll remember it all, through the network of pins stuck to the map on my wall.
Everything we did and all the places we saw, are a constant reminder of why we haven’t moved on.
I never want these days to end, but when they do, I’ll keep the memories in my head, and all the bullshit aside, I know my dreams will never die. So take this for what it is.
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