PACKED ALL YOU HAD INTO A DUFFLE BAG
âMAYBE A CHANGE OF PACE WONâT BE SO BADâ
AS YOU STARE INTO A PINT GLASS,
CIGGARETTES PILED UP IN A TIME-LAPSE
THE CLOCK STRIKES 3 AND YOUâRE SLAMMIN THE DOOR
CALIFORNIA DOESNâT SEEM THAT FAR ANYMORE
THE PROMISE YOU MADE AND THE FRIENDS THAT YOU HATE
ARE A THING OF THE PAST, IN THE MIRROR AND THEY'RE FADING FAST
WHATâLL IT TAKE FOR ME TO FUCK THIS UP?
WHAT IF YOU SAID I WASNâT GOOD ENOUGH?
WHEN DID THE SIMPLE THINGS BECOME SO TOUGH?
STUCK IN THE PAST AND NOW IâM STUCK IN A RUT
GIVE ME THE ROAD AND GIVE ME GASOLINE
THE FURTHER I GO THE CLOSER PROBLEMS SEEM,
BUT LIKE I ALWAYS SAY
MY SOLUTIONS ARE COOL IN A TOTALLY DESTRUCTIVE WAY
SOMEDAY WAS YESTERDAY YOU SAID
ICE-PACK HELD AGAINST YOUR HEAD
ONLY ONE PLACE LEFT TO GO.
FEELING BAD AND NEVER LOSING TRACK
REMEMBERING ALL THE THINGS THAT HELD YOU BACK
LIKE YOUR FAST FADING CONSCIENCE
LITTLE GUILT FROM A LITTLE INDULGENCE
A TRUNK FULL OF QUESTIONS YOU COULDNâT IGNORE
NOW YOUâRE FINDING STATE LINES LIKE THERE ARENâT ANYMORE
YOU SAY THAT YOURâRE GREAT, AND LETTING GO OF THE HATE
BUT IT SHOWS ON YOUR FACE, AND THE SCARS THEY WONâT FADE
WHATâLL IT TAKE FOR ME TO FUCK THIS UP?
WHAT IF YOU SAID I WASNâT GOOD ENOUGH?
WHEN DID THE SIMPLE THINGS BECOME SO TOUGH?