Black eye from trophy eyes
You prop me up, both feet on the floor
Hold up, they’re counting in
Lets go one more

Cleaning up scars
New tattoos
Counting all the bones that we bruised
Can’t feel my blown out voice
What’s your excuse?

The crew’s in from out of town
Another night, one more round
What’s that about slowing down
Belligerent street boys, howling hounds
Waiting for revolving door
Of fucked up nights to spin to the end
But spinning with my friends is time well spent

Painfully aware of what I had
It’s all I got but at least I know
The drought is over, now my fields will grow
Let’s go
Tarps off, no momеnts waiting
Hesitating, wasting away
We wrote thе past, what will we write today?

The longest time I felt my life
Already over and done
But five years later
Writing stories
Remember every one
Dad chill out, I’m not strung out
Yeah, burned it down, just having some fun
Don’t whine
Surge up
This weekends just begun
This year will be one I sing about until I’m done
So uhh
Let’s keep it going