Are you street side?
Are you topside?
My friends and I, we were always outside.
It was hot out,
Causing problems
in the swelter
For our parents' neighbors
Stolen cases
Stolen cartons
MIPs
growin' up in g'rages
_Wanting more was too much,
when swearing off of ever growin' up_
If times they change, we'll just stay high and lonesome.
Charmingly unwholesome.
Making promises to ourselves to give up...
swearing that we won't ever change...
Cuz that's the way the kids here all get along,
hooked on junk and punk songs.
The monsters are the ones that are absent
dreams can't die if they're never born...
Matt's in college.
Beth's in Denver.
But we're still here, "cuz we never surrender!"
Trees, they change shades,
Wear our coats out
Propose to cold fate
"Always rebels."
Misdemeanors
Growing meaner
Sentences,
Out on good behavior
_Wanting more was too much,
when making love to always fuckin' up_
Times, they change but we stay high and lonesome.
Sickly, sad and loathsome.
Kept our promises we made to just give up...
we're 29 but we never changed!
Cuz that's the way we always told each other,
we'd hang onto the Summer...
the traitors are the ones that are leaving...
or dreaming of a different escape...
_These buzzing orange streetlights
...have been with me for my whole life...
I know your face's creasing laugh lines...
like I know the shakes and withheld sighs..._
Tired eyes. A
house divided.
Veins like roadmaps,
under heavy eyelids
Now the cold comes
Through the doldrums
kissing causes,
married to our problems.
Bars are closing
ghosts are coasting
raise a toast
To those overdosing
_Wanting more was too much,
Ran outta time, we're never growing up_
Times they changed, but we stayed high and lonesome.
Sad and old. Unwholesome.
Kept our promises we made to just give up...
over 40, poor and ******* insane...
What's the cost of staying in your hometown,
when fate has turned the sheets down?
...the traitors are the ones now surviving.
And winter is the sum of our fate.
...Cuz that's the way the kids here all get along,
hooked on junk and punk songs.
Making bets on years of nights soaked in whiskey
...telling lies and getting carried away...