Was there a fire burning words that you wanted to say From the end of a cannon Or was it the glow of a cellphone screen and The pounding of a heart that tries to keep on beating Tonight I'm goin' down to the lake where we used to drink Now it's just me, Jimmy, Jack, and Evan So young and carefree then But now we have nothing in common Somewhere I have lost the urge to keep My devil down that hole I still get so goddamn low Maybe I'll go into the woods just to write my songs Or hit the skids with some fortified wine and a notebook Embrace the clichés of bad poetry and
Grow out my hair like some f**ing hippie How can I just try to keep connections to The life I wanna lead? What comfort's waiting there for me Growing dull or living free? How can I just try to keep connections to The life I wanna lead? What comfort's waiting there for me Growing dull or living free? How can I just try to keep connections to The life I wanna lead? What comfort's waiting there for me Growing dull or living free? How can I just try to keep connections to The life I wanna lead? What comfort's waiting there for me Growing dull or living free?