Jul
19
Yellow stained fingers
beating on this old guitar
my mouth taste like blood from all the alcohol
I’ve never considered myself to be a family man
with all things considered, I must sound more like a boy than a man
This is a song about the sacrifices that we make
these are my thoughts on these memories we won’t forget
Long drives and shitty pays
Running away, aching for a different life
Falling asleep but never dreaming
Wasting time in dinners, drive ins and dives
