Bag of Glass

When I was younger
I had a hunger
Down in my stomach
You couldn't touch it
Sang loud and I really meant it
Just hoping that people would notice
Dumb kid with a bad haircut
Who more than anything wants to be famous
Have people listen to all of his songs

I’ve got no good sense for time
Every year passes quickly by
I only hope its worth it when I’m gone

Oh my dreams I carry with me
In a bag of broken glass
It’s not the parts of busted hope
Its the memories of the past
Make the good things last

I owe a lot to my little sister
For sticking with me
Though I subjected her
To so much hardship
And nights all alone
While I’m out drinkin’
With some new friends
Who’ll soon become old friends
And I’ll forget them
Find some new ones to carry my load

I’ve got no good sense for time
Every year passes quickly by
I only hope its worth it when I’m gone

All my dreams I carry with me
In a bag of broken glass
It’s not the parts of busted hope
Just memories of the past
Make the good things last