Just close enough to ride your coattails
Just close enough to catch a fever
Far enough to watch you crash
And to turn you into a believer
And you can be an asshole
But you always told me
To let you know i got home
And I don’t need a shrink
Or my mother to tell me
That it gets lonely on the road
And seven years will pass
And you'll be someone else
You will relearn how to laugh
And you will earn your stripes in hell
But you were bred with hate
Born with malice on your lips
And from this overpass these solo cups
Are a chalice for the rich
spent the winter breaking cycles
and challenging a myth
So put some saline in your eyes kid
Go and google the nearest bridge
So you can smoke and ponder suicide
With your dearest friend
Getting deja vu
And sometimes eating food
Sometimes feeling envy
And sleeping with the enemy
And with these bruised up shins
You could spend the night
We could sleep head to toes
Like when we were kids
Back when forever meant our whole life
I’ll get you back in the next life
Or a past one
The boys we were
The burnout bums and the fast ones
Discovering untouched land
My smiling sister puts her blistered feet in the sand
Sunrises from silos
With my very shaky hands
The bluebirds and the jailbirds
Well, they will sing your crimes
While all your earthly possessions burn
While the freedom procession turns
Into a vigilante mob
It’s the things i don’t want to write about
It’s the song i don’t want to sing
It’s your first boyfriend’s last name baby
It’s carbon monoxide poisoning
It’s your last chance at redemption
Oh, it’s your first smell of death
Getting drunk on the bumper cars
And getting worse at sex
