indulge in the days of your youth
for they are few
they are futile
rejoice in the insanity of today
for you will miss
all of it someday
is that you pulling on my sleeve?
or am I just caught on a memory?
all I have left of the year
I spent under your spell
is that big dent in my car
and a hole in my heart
run the cities streets until
you wear the shoes
off of your feet
make the most of tonight
because none's promised
the morning light
is that you pulling on my sleeve?
or am I just caught up a memory?
all I have left of the life
we built with our blood and tears
is a scar on my arm and
a chill in my spine