Though I hate to say we made a mistake
But I'm an ashtray and these are the days
We will miss them so when they are all gone
It's the nostalgia, fondly look back on
These dreams these thoughts and ideals
That we conceive of
Hey man, I'm just trying to love
Then we'll say some shit 'bout how at least we tried
All we did was didn't die, suffice to say I want more of life
These complacent friends of mine have no standard of time
Just a bottle of wine and a dime bag, pull the cork, we'll smoke the time lag
These dreams these thoughts and ideals
That we conceive of
Hey man, I'm just trying to love
Then we drove 18 hours to dive into out minds
But at this point in time, is there much of me to find?
This life is just a drunk trying to sober up
It can pose success 'til it's passed out undressed
She only had two beers, how did we end up here?
Now I'll hold her hair. Hey man, why must you stare
My proof to you you mean something profound to me
Even in the morning, you fucking whore you think,
We can pick up and leave off, at any point in time
I can't subscribe to that kind of life
We can't pick up and leave off at any point in time
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