Me and my friends, we don't encourage discipline
|
Or really much of anything
|
We do our drugs to wheel it up and tell ourselves that this is love
|
But it's never added up
|
And it'll never be enough, no it'll never be enough
|
|
The same corner booth
|
The same Smith Street bar
|
The same sour mouths
|
The same empty arms
|
Forever and ever, our lives on a loop
|
|
It's the same dollar drafts
|
The same whiskey words
|
The same hanging hearts
|
The same old scorched earth
|
Further and further, away from the truth
|
|
I wanna stop it
|
I wanna stop it
|
I wanna stop it
|
But it's the only life I know how to live
|
|
Make a mess of what matters, give our good grace away
|
We try to drink the clock backwards, and pretend like nothing's changed
|
But you think I'm a liar and you think I'm a fake
|
And I think you're a coward, but that's not what I say
|
I call you my brother
|
And you call me the same
|
|
I wanna stop it
|
I wanna stop it
|
I wanna stop it
|
But it's the only life I know how to live
|
|
I wanna stop it
|
I wanna stop it
|
I wanna stop it
|
Let the smeared words spill out of the sides of our mouths
|
Go be my ghost and I'll go be yours
|
|
But tonight, brother pour me one more
|
But tonight, brother pour me one more
|
Yea tonight, I'll just cut you one more
|
Yea tonight, I'll just cut you one more
|
One more, one more
|
|
-----------------
|
Me & My Friends
|
Kevin Devine |