I cant drive but I gotta get out.
These walls are closing in on my mind.
Perhaps I’ll walk, just like we used to.
Damn im so confused, im stuck in this façade
This mask of my own creating.
I can feel the answer in my gut but its not there.
‘cause else im gonna rot into this town and I’ll become the dust
we walked over.
Beer in hand, cigarette tucked into our ear, and laughter on our lips.
The best of times,

When things were simple.

And how I wish I could go back,
And how I wish I had a fast car to get me out,
This town, it hates me,
So im gonna keep on driving,
And I might end up where I was before.
On those streets, whose names we were too drunk to see,
We would sing and laugh and hug, and if we cried, then it would be together,
And never on our own.
And we would walk and walk and walk and we’d end up in parts we didn’t know,
And laugh our way back to the streets we knew.

But that was then.

And now these shoulders can shrug nothing off,
Instead they hold the weight of responsibility,
I hardly see those friends anymore.
It saddens me the way they look at each other with such loathing,
Why is it they that seem to so want to forget those times.
It was a group effort, getting the necessaries to get drunk, and smoke.
Why cant it be like that again.
And now were grown up, so, even if they patch it up, thigns wont be the same,
never ever again

lets get out.

Yea, I know this place is shrouded in hate, and passion, and my youth.
But its domed over, and escape is useless.
We can walk and walk and into the sunset we would disappear,
As silhouettes with long shadows behind our aching feet,
Or, hell, you can get a car, and its fast enough to get out.

And yet here. here we are.
And here. Here is where we’ll stay.