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 [bad word] 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