REAL FRIENDS

A Little Too Nice:

I can never keep my mouth shut, but I can sure as hell keep my fingers crossed

My jaw’s been hitting the sidewalk like branches in a storm

Your feelings are heating up my driveway

It’s a little too warm

Let’s do this all night, all night

I’d bet my last dollar that me and you could never just talk

So hey, let’s talk it all out

That sounds a little too nice to you

So hey, talk everything out

That sounds a little too nice to you

You and I would stand hand and young hand

Back then we’d have conversation and not confrontation

We just open our mouths and spit those bad words through our broken teeth

So let’s do this all night

I’d bet my last dollar that me and you could never just talk

High Hopes:

You’re still indulging enough to quench a thirst that drowns most right out

Oh there’s a drought, you know you’re losing all of your interest now

I’m getting up on my feet and off my bruised knees

Far away from your high hopes to please

I’m getting up and I hope to god it’s bringing you down

You’ve been lying to me while I lie to and by myself

Oh, I know you really know how to fuck up my sleepy eyes and crooked back

I still don’t know how I got this way

You can’t explain how I got this way

I still don’t know how I got this way

We don’t know

Skeletons:

I won’t forget when I couldn’t go to sleep with the lights off

Or when I heard that voice call me in for the night

I remember when love was just a word and not a fight

All I had to worry about were broken bones and being left alone

Way back then there were monsters in my closet and now there’s just skeletons hiding in there

The clock is tickin’ away, the leaves are still falling every day

The sunburn on my shoulders kept me warm back then like the heat on the blacktop

Again and again

I remember when smoke didn’t fill my lungs

When my hands were lost and so young

It seemed like the houses were touching the sky

And I thought this smile on my face would never lie.

Oh, the summer we were staring at the sun.

Something’s Keeping Me Here:

There are minutes when I want to leave this town with the shirt on my back and Saves The Day stuck in my head

But there’s something keeping me here

I’ll tell myself I won’t go back

I’ll never even look back

My friends are the only thing making me turn around keeping these sleepy eyes from staring at the ground

But I like it that way and they like it that way

I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m having one hell of a time getting there

Everyone’s trying to find the meaning of the nights we spend laughing forever

I don’t know if we’ll ever find it

I could sure as hell care less

The friends I’ve grown up with are still here

The kids I don’t see anymore have left their hearts and minds in years behind

I look in my rearview mirror and think back to the night at Denny’s when Mark and I laughed so hard we cried

I’ve felt the still St. Louis nights and the heat from the Las Vegas lights

Oh I’ve seen the sun beat in Texas skies and the cars in New York City passing by

But nothing’s better than the wind running through my street

Monday:

We’re just kids stuck in this town outside of a big city

Where everyone wants you to grow up as fast as they fall

My old friend Dave wakes up on Monday and wishes there were more than two days in a weekend

I’ll keep sleeping in on Monday not knowing that my weekend is over

I’m just not ready to cut my hair or settle down

I’m not liking the thought of looking at myself and seeing all the stress of my mother and heavy eyes of my father

I don’t have a lot of money, that’s fine by me

I wanna grow up in truck stops and on friends floors

Maybe then I can feel my heartbeat in rhythm with the real me

I wanted June to be in December since I felt summer on my shoulder

We’ll go run away, waste all our time

Now all my friends wake up on Monday and wish that there were more than two days in a weekend

I’ll keep sleeping in on Monday not knowing that my weekend is over