Digger. Monte Carlo. Dragging My Feet. Zeneszám

So many hours of wasted time and all the people passing by. Patiently, I don't know what I'm waiting for. I'm not even sure I know you anymore. Paved my way on concrete daydreams of another time. What's lost is always mine. I lost my hat along the way and I know I've been beat up for the effort. I can't drink this one away, it comes back through the songs I play. I remember that time. Innocence is lost through time. You can hate me if you want to. Waking up with my laces tied together. I promise it will get better, and what seems like wasted time may wind up being the best days of my life