The Next 23 Years

Friends I thought were so amazing

Don't seem so important anymore.

All the bottles and ashtrays

Are just a vague, vague memory.

The nights that I spent hoping

That I'd stay asleep.

Was that just somebody?

Someone who looked like me?

Lift your glasses with me.

Lift your voices with me.

Stay with me until the sun rises over the ocean.

Sing with me until your voices crack from the emotion.

Since we bled together,

I'm not so fucked up anymore.

I'm starting to remember

That there's so much worth fighting for.

Have I started too late?

Am I gonna make it through?

I wake up some nights shaking.

Saying "What the hell have I done this time?"

The longing I've been feeling

Forgetting all the pain from yesterday.

I'm struggling to remember

There are good, good things ahead for me.

Sixteen I was lying in bed

It's 2 AM

I was wishing all my friends were dead

No Mom, I'm not drunk

I was begging to just hold on

Thanks for listening all the time

But this could be enough

When I was broken

Sobbing drunk screaming for this to end

It's September

Attending funerals of brothers and friends

Dad let's go back to San Antonio

I thought I was going insane

I wanted to tell you

But this could be enough

I think I'm really better this time

Survived a tour in the burning heat

Little sister

Drinking 40's in the city's streets

Thank god we could be friends at last

Can we do it all again?

Through all the bullshit of the past

Cause this could be enough.

We're strong as ever

And I still make mistakes in my life

Tara darling

It's okay if we make them side by side

Thanks for keeping me from growing old too fast

Now I really believe that

I really believe that

This could be enough.