I am driving around my drunk friends in Waco, Texas on a Wednesday in the month of May
And every step that I take is a step that I've never taken
I guess nostalgia while you're traveling is rare
I guess this foreign landscape in front of me is oh so bare
I guess nostalgia while you're traveling is rare
I try to learn from the mistakes that my parents made
I think they both wasted a bunch of valuable time that's now gone
And whether it was from drugs or just simply falling in love I think I'd rather see myself in a position where I can move on
Whether I find myself in serving tables somewhere or exploring new places
I hope that whatever it is I can just move on
I miss the way we'd talk before you were always away in a world of your own that is not here
And I know that you can blame it on your family and friends but you and I both know that you're better than that
And maybe it has been a rough couple of years
But as long as when we die we don't die here