Real Friends Ive Never Been Home
White knuckles and sleepy eyes That s how you and I grew up, that s how we grew apart You ve got some big expectations hiding in that small midwestern town that you call home It s been twenty something years and I ve never been home I don t even know who the hell i am anymore I m really just a kid who s stuck with all the fucked up stuff that comes with life There s nights I think about how there s someone else that feels how i do It helps to think I m not alone.
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