Boy's Chore

Hope this song gets lost

This thing's gone four years and forgotten to stop

Tired eyed, quiet eyed

Always had too much to drive

Won't get myself depressed

Over shit that used to make my life feel meaningless

Like missing you and having loved and lost

Trying to handle yours and mine is like cutting in line on the way to die

I'll sleep when I'm dead

Back then we never thought of ends

We never thought too far past the fix

Together we were the worst

Could be the best of the best when surrounded by dirt

So lets go back to your mom's broken home

lets forget that remembered when we were alone

Go ahead and relapse

they'll find my body on 8th and my wallet on Grant

So today I try

'Cause a boy's only chore is not to die

I wish I had a river so long

I'd skate away on