Me and my friends all Used to play in bands.... T-shirts of the good ones.... Are hanging in our closets.... records we swear no one else.... could ever get their hands on....
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started out sane but.... we spread ourselves thin.... at the all ages shows and in the empty clubs.... poured our words.... into shitty pa’s.... broke our credit.... left all tickets unpaid....
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we remember van troubles.... and broken glass.... nervous nights and spilling them on the floor.... we tried praying .... we tried drinking.... but we never tried a cover song....
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now I keep my jacket on .... the back of a chair at the table at home.... where I sit up at night.... singing till the morning in a dim light.... a little whiskey a little ice.... takes the edge so I can write.... its just another stage.... so enjoy the ride.... turn off the lights and.... say goodnight....
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I was hanging at the college house last night.... Not looking for girls, or fights or advice.... just bottles on the ground.... All is well when the world is spinning around ....
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The days are passing by.... But my mind is going slow.... The trap was set for me .... and the pills have been swallowed.... I still care about the dream.... That I gave up on .... about two years ago....