Took it out for the last time and it's a long drive back to steel city
Still waiting for these long nights and these hangovers to slowly
Fade away. Im just sitting alone again. I'm calling all my friends telling them "I could use a drink or ten." I'm not goin home alone cause I can't pretend like I'm not alone anymore
The soundtrack to my life is low
It happens every night we sing no
Not anymore
The soundtrack to my life is low
And then we sing
So I'm stuck in the streets I don't eat I don't pray for anyone or anything
To get me off my feet. Rather sing the blues to you than ever be saved
Got a tattoo of a mic with my friends name and these scars on my arms to remind me of better days when I still felt alive, on the side
Thats what we're singing for