Black eye from trophy eyes

You prop me up, both feet on the floor

Hold up, they’re counting in

Lets go one more

Cleaning up scars

New tattoos

Counting all the bones that we bruised

Can’t feel my blown out voice

What’s your excuse?

The crew’s in from out of town

Another night, one more round

What’s that about slowing down

Belligerent street boys, howling hounds

Waiting for revolving door

Of fucked up nights to spin to the end

But spinning with my friends is time well spent

Painfully aware of what I had

It’s all I got but at least I know

The drought is over, now my fields will grow

Let’s go

Tarps off, no momеnts waiting

Hesitating, wasting away

We wrote thе past, what will we write today?

The longest time I felt my life

Already over and done

But five years later

Writing stories

Remember every one

Dad chill out, I’m not strung out

Yeah, burned it down, just having some fun

Don’t whine

Surge up

This weekends just begun

This year will be one I sing about until I’m done

So uhh

Let’s keep it going