Got involved with way too many of your costumes
Got laid off late to work
Got involved with way too many of your schemes
What ever happened to my dreams
I envisioned a troubadour jumping from town to town
But something happened a while ago and now I’m down
I’ve been made up
I’ve got the sixth degree
It’s becoming habitual now
It’s taken all over me
Half wit half of my life
Can’t make it up babe
I can’t make things go right
Hold up wait up
Can’t you see that where crashing
Can’t you pull up the brakes here
Cause i don't want it to end
I got cards, I’ve got tickets I’ve got a parade
Happy birthday babe, i baked this cake just for you
Masturbating on her front porch,
never got that joke
The passive look on my face
The cynicism with what she wrote
Breaking up now babe
My hell is starting to unleash
If only I ever cared enough to break away from the scene
