Black lungs
and bitter taste buds on tongues...

Ive seen him with my own eyes
and i know him by name...

Pat stopped coming to see me
i didnt know why...

Its been a month
and im really starting to miss home...

Its been two weeks
and i've grown a beard...

Its been a week
and believe it or not...

I must have really pissed of god
somewhere down the road...

Maybe if i was a jock
i could have been cool...

Memories, ha
thoughs must be nice...

A broken hearted girl
who once had a dream...

We are the boys of tomorrow
with broken hearts...

Make sure the noose is tight
make sure this feels right...