High Street

[Verse 1]
Cigarette smoke, it fills my lungs
Only 13, we were strung
And as the days pass, we lost grasp
Going down the river, not worried bout our livers
Growing old

[Chorus]
Intoxication, not worried about location
We need more filtration
I’m tired of losing admiration
So gather near the concrete
Excuse direction I’m a dead beat
Does it make you feel complete
I’m growing old, on high street

[Bridge]
When I was a child
My dreams were wild
Now I’m all alone, in this cold world and it's

[Verse 2]
Cigarette smoke, it fills my lungs
Only 13, we were strung
And as the days pass, we lost grasp
Going down the river, not worried bout our livers
Growing old

[Chorus]
Intoxication, not worried about location
We need more filtration
I’m tired of losing admiration
So gather near the concrete
Excuse direction I’m a dead beat
Does it make you feel complete
I’m growing old, on high street