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In a small town,
Where the old screen door on the corner store,
Always smelt like grease.
We were f**king around and wasting days,
In the middle of the street.
There lied my innocence,
It was take from me,
The day the needle met your arm.
You swore to me,
I would never see you die,
Saving my meals,
To make sure that you eat at night.
Iâll wait for you to call and say,
Things were just as f**ked as I remember,
But it wasnât up to us to change.
If someone could have listened,
Maybe weâd have crossed their minds,
And I could un-see everything and feel responsible for,
My own life.
No you checked out,
Told yourself itâs not your fault.
Running from the ghost of the days,
That you left us with.
And Lately,
I guess thatâs fine,
no one we knew took their lives,
Revenge is f**king tasteless.
But an eye will always cost an eye.
Iâm taking responsibility,
For everything I did,
âCause no one made me do that shit.
The hard part is coming to terms,
With everything Iâve seen,
And that ainât easy.
Iâll wait for you to call and say,
Things were just as f**ked as I remember,
But it wasnât up to us to change.
If someone could have listened,
Maybe weâd have crossed their minds,
And I could un-see everything and feel responsible for,
My own life.
The hard part is coming to terms,
With everything Iâve seen,
And that ainât easy.
And I guess thatâs fine,
Nobody took their lives,
Revenge is tasteless,
But an eye will always cost an eye.
I still feel so f**king lost,
When I hear Blink on the radio.
So f**king lost,
So lost.
I still feel so f**king lost,
When I hear blink on the radio.
So f**king lost, So lost.
The hard part is coming to terms,
With everything Iâve seen,
And that ainât easy.