Detonate

That's the price that I had to pay

I had a group of friends in Texas
We started a band and we traveled around the country on a mattress in a van
We shared a lot of laughter, and we shed a couple tears, in hindsight sometimes we'd drink more than our own fair share of beers

If you think this hook sounds just a bit familiar in the least
It's just nostalgia for the past I swear that's all it really means

I had a group of friends in Texas not so long ago. It bothers me beyond belief. Sometimes I feel it even though I bet you won't care. Thе fact remains I could've been a bettеr friend

In over my head with arrogance and alcohol. So afraid the house I made out of cards was going to fall. I'd forgotten who I was and the purpose of it all. Fight or flight was all I knew with my back against the wall

We could sing Coag until my heart fucking full but that's the price I didn't want to pay

We shared a lot thereafter and I'd do it all again. Fact remains I really miss that group of friends