Temper
I find it tragic
How things just lose their magic
Like summer and weekends
And hanging out with old friends
When I think of the time spent under blacklights
Letting our minds rise
We didn't know where to point our young eyes
While our bodies dwell below what some call standard
And I really hope that my engine doesn't finally blow
Out on these backroads at nighttime
As green turns gold and green turns smoke
It's getting way too cold to sit out here like we used to
Under the streetlights, letting our minds rise
While my mind is fighting wars to make peace in yours
I've got friends all across these states
With smiling faces and words of hope
No matter where I go, it's something I've lost
And I've been conjuring thoughts that I've been tying the knots in my own rope
And I really hope that my engine doesn't finally blow
Out on these backroads with all the shit in my head
And I really hope that my temper doesn't finally go off when you're not around to take it out on
'Cause I'll take it out on
(I've got friends all across these states with smiling faces and words of hope)
'Cause I'll take it out on
(No matter where I go, it's something I've lost
and I've been conjuring thoughts that I've been tying the knots in my own rope)
On myself
On myself
On myself
How things just lose their magic
Like summer and weekends
And hanging out with old friends
When I think of the time spent under blacklights
Letting our minds rise
We didn't know where to point our young eyes
While our bodies dwell below what some call standard
And I really hope that my engine doesn't finally blow
Out on these backroads at nighttime
As green turns gold and green turns smoke
It's getting way too cold to sit out here like we used to
Under the streetlights, letting our minds rise
While my mind is fighting wars to make peace in yours
I've got friends all across these states
With smiling faces and words of hope
No matter where I go, it's something I've lost
And I've been conjuring thoughts that I've been tying the knots in my own rope
And I really hope that my engine doesn't finally blow
Out on these backroads with all the shit in my head
And I really hope that my temper doesn't finally go off when you're not around to take it out on
'Cause I'll take it out on
(I've got friends all across these states with smiling faces and words of hope)
'Cause I'll take it out on
(No matter where I go, it's something I've lost
and I've been conjuring thoughts that I've been tying the knots in my own rope)
On myself
On myself
On myself
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Writer(s): David Smith
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