File This One Under Lessons
Lyrics
It’s hard to make a friend here
Unless bound by work or leather
But, I came here on a leash
My own hands have tied the tether
And I’ll leave on the wire
Another paradise exposed
It’s never like it is the pictures
Never was, I suppose
File this one under lessons
learned by trial and error
File this one under high hopes
With the properties of air
I've come so far from my home
Always running, but barely moving
While the six strings of my guitar
resonate with disapproving
But what’s a young man to do?
If not flail and fall around
And if I survive the goddamn 20’s
I swear I’ll kiss the solid ground
