Walking two blocks toward the shoreline
Kicking up sand
Singing "I'm definitely going to hell"
at the tops of our lungs
Burnt shoulders and that stinging pain in the soles of our feet
But hey guys, that stinging pain in my soul is melting away
We've got a gallon of *** swishin around our half empty tummies & some sticks of Marlboro between our pointer and middle fingers
A lot of crooked teeth on this street
A lot of laughter flowing between them
There's four forties in the fridge back at the apartment
We'll drink them so fast our livers will burn, playing Johnny Hobo & a half assed game of poker
Eight shot glasses in the sink
Eight smiles around a small table
And I won't say it's stopped hurting
But I will say it doesn't matter much anymore
Haa
Well
I miss my back yard
I miss your front door
And I miss his voice so bad my bones are aching
But we've got enough **** wedged between ceiling tiles in our dark little bathroom to forget about it at least for tonight
Lets forget about it tonight