Lyrics

Watching wasted days pass by most everything remains the same Watch four friends in a basement craft another shitty refrain By now we know these ain't the four chords that will make our lives But if we harmonize they might get us out of town tonight Don't mistake this for complaining cause I'm satisfied Another late-night session drunk friends backseats loaded van Sometimes I wish that hundred miles home would never end Lives flying by like all these years we've played on strings of gold Take this last one down a toast to never getting old Don't mistake this for complaining cause I'm satisfied This song's for all the friends we had that never made it out alright And don't mistake this for complaining cause I'm satisfied This song's for all the friends we had that never made it out alright On the coldest mornings we could take the pure things Hold them to the embers We could burn forever and ever and ever Don't leave me, don't leave me, don't leave me Don't leave me, don't leave me I keep trying, I keep trying to wait up Don't leave me I keep trying, I keep trying to wait up