When we were young
We pictured a world where a second chance was just...

I knew it was a mistake when we left town
Left everybody hanging on a word...

Fourth of July and I'm crying
Whatever happened to Uncle Bobby...

From the corner of my eye
I could see the sun reflect off the snow...

My head is propped up with my knees
My brain floats against the bathroom door...

My hunger for a little sympathy
Spreads the streets of the city...

Don't make the same mistakes I made
Here I am a pillow under my head...

I was crying myself to sleep
While she loved you in your arms...

She tries to put herself in your hands
She slips away, how do you feel now...

I'm bleeding all over your sheets with excuses
Trying my best not to grow up and lose it...

He's says he's ready
Everyone says it's time...

I haven't felt like this in a while
Writing some story against the bath tub...