your days have passed you by and im trying to catch mine

we never once agree and im starting to mind

getting low on shortcuts nowhere left to run

you’re full of bad ideas and you’re teaching them to your son

one flaccid finger left and its pointing at your mouth

you’ve kept us here for years and were ready to get out

everytime I think of you

the farther you go away

everytime I think of you

hard to get away