Look at you walking the line, smoking the pipe, giving a damn about our past. Guess it’s a wrap you threw in the hat. It didn’t fit you anyways. You came back it’s a habit you have. You make us laugh, knowing we’d give you one more chance. Look at us dance we’re dropping our pants, letting you stick in our backs. Find yourself a window, let’s pretend that you can fly. Bigger than an airplane, more shallow than a shot of rye. It breaks my heart but safe to say, I did my best and I walked away. Cause you can’t change or take the blame, for a life that’s bound to waste. And we all fuck up, and we all give in. We can all forgive, but we can’t forget. And I guess I love my friends just a little too much.
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