Dying Is for Fools - Lost Years

Took it out for the last time and it’s a long drive back to steel city

Still waiting for these long nights and these hangovers to slowly

Fade away.

Im just sitting alone again.

I’m calling all my friends telling them

«I could use a drink or ten.»

I’m not goin home alone cause I can’t pretend

like I’m not alone anymore

The soundtrack to my life is low

It happens every night we sing no

Not anymore

The soundtrack to my life is low

And then we sing

So I’m stuck in the streets I don’t eat I don’t pray for anyone or anything

To get me off my feet.

Rather sing the blues to you than ever be saved

Got a tattoo of a mic with my friends name and these scars on my arms to remind

me of better days when I still felt alive, on the side

Thats what we’re singing for