Chin Up, Hogan

And now I'm a ghost, at the bottom of Kingston road
Just west of hell, just east of home
And as I sit here, overthink everything
Begin to over analyze just what It meant to me
Like I'm caught in the rain
A string of bad luck I should be use to this routine
But its the little things, that make me realise, I'm just tired of this scene

With that being said, I won't make a stand
For something I dont believe in
WIth that being said I won't make a stand, for something
I dont respect or believe in

Another song about two feet, following your heartbeat
All of that is bullshit
Never got me through anything. ANYTHING AT ALL

I 've got a lot of friends but it dont mean shit
It shows my inner beauty when I treat them like it
I'm always sad or I'm angry
They call it teen angst, so I guess it hasnt left me
I'm not my biggest fan and you should know that, I go back on my words like I never even
Said them

One day, I'll be able to, lift more than just one finger...for you