Juarez St. from Chore by Hi Ho Silver, Away!
Tracklist
| 5. | Juarez St. | 3:16 |
Lyrics
You were snorting lines of cocaine. Your mother’s asleep in the next room. Four in the morning on a Saturday, in between lines you explained what you'd been through.
And I thought about how it always amazed me, how lighthearted we could be about our abuse. The fact still remains that you weren't a bad kid, just always bored with something to prove.
But I remember a secret shared on a balcony from one of the strongest people I know. I was sixteen then, not willing to believe; we don't talk about that night anymore. In fact we never did since, and sometimes I wonder just why that is.
Why I didn't say I was sorry—well, I am now and that’s not what you deserve.
I took a long drive home just for the day, don't know why but the shithole was calling my name. Two hundred miles and a tank of gas. And you know, I can't comprehend who I am now versus who I was then. The distance just seems so immense.
And somewhere in that drive, I had to remind myself I was still alive. And we've all got responsibilities, whatever the fuck that means.
But if I try hard enough, I can still remember you in that room, going on and on about how when you get out there’s so many things you can't wait to do. But now you say you've got nothing left to give, bled dry just wondering what comes next. You spend your whole life working on something just to be beat down over and over again.
