The Soccer Journals

I've been watching that one scene
From The Basketball Diaries over and over again
And I'm thinking that it could've been me
If I had just made a different turn instead

I'm feeling like I dodged a bullet
But I walked into another line of fire
Sure it didn't kill me
But goddamn, if it hasn't been hurting for a while

And I'm sorry if I'm being too pushy
I'm sorry if I'm coming off insane
I just need someone to turn to
When all my friends figure out I'm not worth their time of day
So if you could just respond once that would be great

And it's a felony in Florida to own a fake ID
So tell me, am I guilty if I change, if no one is near me
And if I'm guilty, baby tell me that you're not guilty too
'Cause if I'm doomed to being locked up
At least let me think that I knew you
Let me think that I knew you

I'm fishing into the zeitgeist, and I'm only pulling out clichés
I can't shake this empty feeling that I'm an actor on a setting stage
I'm seeing white, and I am not sure how much longer I can go
Reimagining old faces, faces you already know

And it's a felony in Florida to own a fake ID
So tell me, am I guilty if I change, if no one is near me
And if I'm guilty, baby tell me that you're not guilty too
'Cause if I'm doomed to being locked up
At least let me think that I knew you
Let me think that I knew you

Watch Carroll bang on the door frame
Reduced to sobbing and his mother's name
And maybe in the next hit he can find himself a little bit and fix this
God knows I feel the same

And it's a felony in Florida to own a fake ID