A Song For Tim Browne To Sing

Watching wasted days pass

By most everything remains the same

Watch four friends in a basement craft another shitty refrain

By now we know these ain’t the four chords

That will make our lives

But if they harmonize they’ll get us out of town tonight

Don’t mistake this for complaining cause I’m satisfied

Another late-night session drunk friends backseats loaded van

Sometimes I wish that hundred miles home would never end

Lives flying by like all these years we’ve played on strings of gold

Let’s take this last one down a toast to never getting old

Don’t mistake this for complaining cause I’m satisfied

This song’s for all the friends

We had that never made it out alright

And don’t mistake this for complaining

Cause I’m satisfied

This song’s for all the friends

We had that never made it out alright

On the coldest mornings

We could take the pure things

Hold them to the embers

We could burn forever and ever

And ever

Don’t leave me

I keep trying

I keep trying to wait up

Don’t leave me