Took it out for the last time and It's a long drive back to Steel City. Still waiting for these long nights and hangovers to slowly fade away. I'm just sitting alone again calling all my friends telling them that I could use a drink or ten. I'm not going home alone cause I cant pretend like I'm not lonely anymore
The soundtrack to my life is so low It happens every night we sing No, no not anymore The soundtrack to my life is so low
So I'm stuck in the streets, I don't eat I don't pray for anyone or anything to get me off my knees. I'd rather sing the blues to you than ever be saved. I got a tattoo of a mic with my friends name and these burns on my arm to remind me of better days when I still felt alive on the inside
Woah, the soundtrack to my life is so low It happens every night we sing No, no not anymore The soundtrack to my life is so low It happens every night and that's why we sing