i rode my bike down to the place we used to meet last night
from time to time can't help but thinking back to days when everything seemed right
soaring faster down these hills
of sunken highs and simple thrills
for moment as i looked back
i though i could escape
the awefull smell of city air
that awfull sight of eyes that glance aside
that awefull sell of city air
that awfull taste of knowing that your hopes will go to waste
finding reason to let go
more and more it seems like all the shit we lived for
fell in love with the past
throw away all the letters
tear the notebooks that you hoped would last
hope that one day we can look back on and laugh
And it's a long road home
I don't need no one to follow
And it's a long road home
But I'll be back before tomorrow
I hope you bleed from your ears
for all the years we where screaming at the tops of our lungs
never meant too much too anyone
except for those who sung
but those days came
and it will never be the same
god damn we had it made
god damn we had it made
sitting next to the window
calendars been shedding skin
we could count the days or make each one worth living in
look at all of the pen marks
broken books won't ever bind themselves
so put that dusty novel on the shelf