Lyrics

One, two three, four Born on the 9th on a Friday night Into a city that was filled with gloom Two months early with a fire in my lungs I was the first to leave of the two Yeah, I, I think back to that time And the million moments that flew by And the rest couldn't come too soon (I wasted every second, now I'm) Conditioned to the memory Trying to make it out here on my own Now it feels like it's killing me And tonight I think I wanna come home (Sometimes I get the feeling that) All these roads have come to a head I don't think you'll ever undеrstand All my friends are wasted or thеy're dead Can't take away the feeling that Chasing the cars on the boulevard I was running wild without a care For all that time I was out of control Had an excuse for every year Yeah, I, I'm standing on the edge of time and space and memory It's always calling out my name (I wasted every second, now I'm) Conditioned to the memory Trying to make it out here on my own Now it feels like it's killing me And tonight I think I wanna come home (Sometimes I get the feeling that) All these roads have come to a head I don't think you'll ever understand All my friends are wasted or they're dead (Sometimes I get the feeling that) All these roads have come to a head I don't think you'll ever understand All my friends are wasted or they're dead Every time I say enough is enough But there's a switch in me that I can never turn off Maybe someday, I'll wake up okay Give me, give me, give me relief All these roads have come to a head I don't think you'll ever understand All my friends are wasted or they're dead (Sometimes I get the feeling that) All these roads have come to a head I don't think you'll ever understand All my friends are wasted or they're dead (Sometimes I get the feeling that)