was hopin' for an indicationI was seekin' higher elevationAye

know I took the pathThat you would never want

to Smoke + sorry for everythingOh, everything I've

our backs to the wall, the darkness will fallWe never

this is what you meantWhen you said that you

took a walk on a Saturday nightFog in the

to hear my voiceYou can leave, now it's your

got a lot of baggageIt don't seem to matter,

cry mother dear, your boy has left you for

homes, fighting brothersDrugs sold upon the streetsTerrorism and alcoholismThese

feeling rough, I’m feeling rawI'm in the prime of

flyin' solo, all those things you doYou’re breathin' heavy,

all out of reasonsAll out of reasons, honeyAll out of

gimme, gimme some time to think (My)I’m in the

my patience got me nowhereI keep on missing the

time to admit our faults to our fathersSons and

know I let this go too far, well, that's

getting to be much more than I can

you find it in your bedroom when you passed

love is nothing specialLove is nothing to hold on toWhat