West side white trash
Smoking weed on a bicycle path
I hope you get what you need
I hope your life can find some peace
Well seventeen, fourteen
Young and love and dangerously
I hope you give everything you got
I hope you remember everything I forgot
Slow down or speed up
Self-medicate just to feel enough
Go outside on a nice day
Stare at something and feel your face
It’ll take all your money it’ll take your time
There but for dumb luck go I
You’ll never go nowhere and your life’s a joke
You’ll end up dead too young or broke
Hate the world cause it’s in your face
Never occurred you could leave this place
Tied to yourself with invisible rope
You sound stupid what you mean by hope
Oh white boy, humid nights
I too dreamed of another life
Left this town so I changed course
And when I came back too different of course
Well let’s say, thirteen
We didn’t pack up we didn’t leave
Always kind of figured eventually
Can’t see any difference between you and me
Hate the world cause it’s in your face
Never occurred you could leave this place
Tied to yourself with invisible rope
You sound stupid what you mean by hope
Christmas comes in February
Got mom’s taxes pocket’s heavy
Went and got a brand new TV
We forgot the fridge was empty
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