i’m gonna call a car so we don’t have to be where the people are doing cocaine off a jewel case it’s an arms race for a pbr i’m cuttin off my friends so i don’t have to know how it is for them living like there’s no tomorrow maybe there isn’t gonna shut my mouth to keep my dry throat thoughts from comin out i can’t bring myself to care i’m gonna finish this smoke i’m gonna call a car shoulders sink eyes turn cold i just get older and older
punks who do chores