in a small town where the old screen door on the corner store always smelt like grease we were fucking around and wasting days in the middle of the street there lied my innocence it was taken from me the day the needle met your arm you swore to me i wouldn t see you die saving my meals to make sure you eat at night i ll wait for you to call and say things were just as fucked as i remembered but it wasn t up to us to change if someone could have listened maybe we d have crossed their minds and i could un see everything and feel responsible for my own life no you checked out told yourself it s not your fault running from the ghost of the days that you left us with and lately i guess that s fine no one we knew took their lives revenge is fucking tasteless but an eye will always cost an eye i m taking responsibility for everything that i did cause no one made me do that shit the hard part is coming to terms with everything i ve seen and that ain t easy i ll wait for you to call and say things were just as fucked as i remembered but it wasn t up to us to change if someone could have listened maybe we d have crossed their minds and i could un see everything and feel responsible for my own life the hard part is coming to terms with everything i ve seen and that ain t easy and i guess that s fine nobody took their lives revenge is tasteless but and eye will always cost an eye i feel so fucking lost when i hear blink on the radio so fucking lost so lost i still feel so fucking lost when i hear blink on the radio so fucking lost so lost the hard part is coming to terms with everything i ve seen and that ain t easy1