One more drink, then I swear that I'm going home. Truth is, I don't really have a place to go. I've been kicked off my land at the age of sixteen. When I came home my stuff was on the lawn. I've nowhere to stand and now nowhere to hide. I've been waiting on a train that'll never come, hiding from the feeling of believing in someone.
The bottom of the bottle is my only friend. I don't wanna feel like this tomorrow I don't wanna live like this today. I'd be building my kingdom just to watch it fade away. And I'm left stuck here again, and its all so complicated. The story never changes, just the names and faces. So I guess I'll just run away.
Songs in order of use (funnily(?) enough, these are all some of my favorites):
Pour Me by Hollywood Undead
Dust Bowl Dance by Mumford and Sons
A-Hole by Bowling for Soup
Waiting on a Train by Matchbox Twenty
Bullet by Hollywood Undead
Never Surrender by Skillet
Me Without You TobyMac
On and On (About You) by Bowling for Soup
Punk Rock 101 by Bowling for Soup
Running from your Dad by Bowling for Soup
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