New Boot Goofin'
Wandering down these rain soaked streets
Thoughts of my future flooding my mind
As the rain rushes down the drain to the sound
A perfect metaphor for my life
Because I know where I came from
And I know where I'll end up
But the in between is full of shit
Nearly a couple scores and I am over it
Sitting alone on a worn park bench
The Autumn air stings my skin
The leaves form a blanket of red, orange, and gold
And for a fleeting moment I forget it all
Thoughts of my future flooding my mind
As the rain rushes down the drain to the sound
A perfect metaphor for my life
Because I know where I came from
And I know where I'll end up
But the in between is full of shit
Nearly a couple scores and I am over it
Sitting alone on a worn park bench
The Autumn air stings my skin
The leaves form a blanket of red, orange, and gold
And for a fleeting moment I forget it all
Credits
Writer(s): Oliver Dawes
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