Was there a fire burning words that you wanted to say
From the end of a cannon
Or was it the glow of a cellphone screen and
The pounding of a heart that tries to keep on beating
Tonight I'm goin' down to the lake where we used to drink
Now it's just me, Jimmy, Jack, and Evan
So young and carefree then
But now we have nothing in common
Somewhere I have lost the urge to keep
My devil down that hole
I still get so goddamn low
Maybe I'll go into the woods just to write my songs
Or hit the skids with some fortified wine and a notebook
Embrace the clichés of bad poetry and
Grow out my hair like some f**ing hippie
How can I just try to keep connections to
The life I wanna lead?
What comfort's waiting there for me
Growing dull or living free?
How can I just try to keep connections to
The life I wanna lead?
What comfort's waiting there for me
Growing dull or living free?
How can I just try to keep connections to
The life I wanna lead?
What comfort's waiting there for me
Growing dull or living free?
How can I just try to keep connections to
The life I wanna lead?
What comfort's waiting there for me
Growing dull or living free?