Every sound
Is nails on a chalkboard
The crunch of chips
The droning of the TV
Barking dogs
Everything
Makes all my muscles tense
So tight
And fills me with anger
At everything
Making me want to scream
At the top of my lungs
Just to get some
Peace and quiet

Is all I need
Just to prove to my terrified mind
That You're still there
Please, I'm begging You
I'm so lost, confused, tired
I can't go on without You
I just need to feel
Your touch
Just enough to remind me
What I'm even still doing here
Because this place,
It's so full of death,
And it's reaching out to me
I hear it's seductive voice
Calling me to join
I want to do it
I really do
I'm so scared
I can't do this alone
I NEED YOU
PLEASE
You're all I have

I want to go back
To three weeks ago.
Before you left me,
Before I knew what I know.
I want to go back
To those late nights in your car,
When we’d talk about leaving,
.but never go far.
I want to go back
To when it was just you and I
Loving each other, not in love.
Now it’s you and another guy.
I want to go back
To when we held each other, and cried.
When you told me your news,
Part of me died.
I want to love you,
To be in love, simple and true.
I want to tell you,
For two weeks I only thought of you.
I want to be brave enough to say
What makes me feel this way.
I want to go to your car, like we used to,
Hold you in my arms as the lights go dark.
Tell you all my feelings,
But that will leave a mark.
I’ve fallen for my best friend
I don’t want things to end.

Hindsight is 20/20.
I’ve made mistakes a plenty.
There are things I should have done,
But I didn’t do a single one.

Hindsight is 20/20.
I've made mistakes a plenty.
I should have made a decision,
but the right path was not in my vision.

I should have told you the truth.
I should have left it all behind and followed you south
I should not have wasted my youth.
Now all I have is a bad taste in my mouth.

Hindsight is 20/20.
I’ve made mistakes a plenty.
There are things I should have done,
But I didn’t do a single one.

Back in the saddle again
Back here where I am with my friends.
Because I drove to fast,
and feelings are talked about last.

Sittin' alone again,
thinking of all the places I've been
Thinking on things I have lost,
and what my actions cost.

Puttin' off going to sleep
thinking about feelings to keep.
Lookin' for something evil or divine,
to help clear my foggy mind.

Listenin' to a mix of old country and metal,
hopin' to find something that'll help me settle,
I don't really know what it is I am missing,
Other than the weird hope we'd be kissing.

Back in the saddle again,
still in love with you, my best friend.
To afraid to act,
say something that I can't retract,
and lose ya forever
something that coming back from, I could never.

Back in the saddle again,
goin' places we've never been
to clear my head,
avoidin' my bed,
escapin' that dread.

Back in the saddle again,
still in love with you, best friend.
I feel like ****,
and a hypocrite.
the end.

If there was one drink that defined her,
It would be Hamm's.
A 30 pack, kept cool in the trunk of your friend's car,
In the cold winters of your home.
Shared among a group of friends,
each trying to have fun and erase the day.
To some they see no value in the cheapest beer they can find.
Others see it for what it means.
The memories,
the highest highs of punk shows in a basement,
the lowest lows of puking into a sink.
the memories that you treasure,
memories of a past everyone wants to go back too.
People change,
Hamm's does not.
All you have left is your memories, and a 30 rack of Hamm's