I was stuck in minor chords
I'd been here once before
With environmental echoes
by your baggage on my floor
So get over here
Lets grab ourselves another beer
and drink untill tomorrow to forget that we're stil alive.

Drinking to forget
somehow breeds regrets
and disillusioned faces upon friends we've seldom met
I do believe that my
self-constructed alibi
Is cracking under pressure while i'm breaking on the inside

I'm sick of making a show
I'm sick of sitting with my hands trapped far behind my back and
telling people I know
More than they needed to know
And this song is more, than a self indulgent rant, it's closure for the times that have let you down
you know I need you around

Well I'm still here, long overdue, but i've finally found a home in pastures new.

So this ones for the friends
If not so for themselves
and distant lives directing us
reminders in our town
you made us feel at home
broken backs on floors of stone
but I'd rather wake there any day
than wake up here alone

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