In a small town
Where the old screen door on the corner store
Always smelt like grease
We were fucking around and wasting days
In the middle of the street
There lied my innocence
It was taken from me
The day the needle met your arm

You swore to me
I wouldn't see you die
Saving my meals
To make sure you eat at night

I'll wait for you to call and say
Things were just as fucked as I remembered
But it wasn't up to us to change
If someone could have listened
Maybe we'd have crossed their minds
And I could un-see everything and feel responsible for
My own life

No, you checked out
Told yourself it's not your fault
Running from the ghost of the days
That you left us with
And lately

I guess that's fine
No one we knew took their lives
Revenge is fucking tasteless
But an eye will always cost an eye

I'm taking responsibility
For everything that I did
'Cause no one made me do that shit
The hard part is coming to terms
With everything I've seen
And that ain't easy

I'll wait for you to call and say
Things were just as fucked as I remembered
But it wasn't up to us to change
If someone could have listened
Maybe we'd have crossed their minds
And I could un-see everything and feel responsible for
My own life

The hard part is coming to terms
With everything I've seen
And that ain't easy
And I guess that's fine
Nobody took their lives
Revenge is tasteless
But and eye will always cost an eye

I feel so fucking lost
When I hear Blink on the radio
So fucking lost
So lost
I still feel so fucking lost
When I hear Blink on the radio
So fucking lost
So lost

The hard part is coming to terms
With everything I've seen
And that ain't easy