A freight train to the right

feeling that sting of pride

It's fucking with me it's fucking with you

All's fair in love and war

until you say it isn't but you're wrong

Words on the back of flyers

My clothes are in the dryer

It means nothing

Nothing is changing La familia is dead and gone

The children grew up and moved on



Is it too much to ask for the things to work out this time

I'm only asking for what is mine

It wanted everything

I got it now I'm gonna throw it away

I'll throw it away yeah



Prime select and a box of glazed

Pulling fly-bys on days

When we were young and innocent

Elbow drop sundays

When mark eaton got beat to shit

Laughing at the bands we hate

all the spots we used to skate

They're still there but we've gone our own ways

I know it's for the best

But sometimes I wonder

Will I ever have friends like you again



Is it too much to ask for the things to work out this time

I'm only asking for what is mine

It wanted everything

I got it now I'm gonna throw it away

I'll throw it away yeah

(repeat)



You're gonna drown in themeesyou make

You self-inflicted hate

You turn you back on the friends yo lose

When they don't follow all your rules

But people are what they want to be

They're not lemmings to the sea

maybe it's time that you looked at yourself

Stop blaming life on someone else