driving through nights on empty roads hoping the clubs promote our shows wasting days in endless naps finding new ways to fill the gaps another word game with the band another losing rummy hand another night slept in the van i m forced awake again in time to take the stage and as my dream world fades another takes its place i look into the crowd and see myself through stares back when i hoped someday i d be the one up there reading to save our numbing minds meeting new friends we ll leave behind lay on the loft and trace the stars start the day in no ones arms another night without a sell another meal at taco bell another story i can tell
['chicago punk', 'pop punk', 'skate punk']