I miss the friends you have when you're young
The one's that'll pin a kid down and spit in his eye
Just for stealing your ball
Something happens when you grow older
'Cause the friends I've got now ain't got time for baseball
And there's a green in your skin
And a cold in your chest
When you feel like part of your home
Is with all the people you've left
It's a crime
When you break your stride
You lose your crown
And it's the lies that we tell ourselves
To make it feel alright
But who's gonna get your back when
You're always turning around?
I wait for this day to break
'Cause it's baiting my heart with the hope it won't do the same
I stayed up late again counting all my mistakes
And all the harrowing ways I've found to waste time
It's a tiring pattern
I've wrapped myself around
When the nights have become trials
And I try to take myself down
It's a crime
When you break your stride
You lose your crown
And it's the lies that we tell ourselves
To make it feel alright
But who's gonna get your back when
You're always turning around?
It's a dull ache, and a slow bleed
When you feel your sins
Carve their initials in your creed
It's the chances we pass and the bonds that we break
And the things that won't last, and the lies we cant take back
So I end up hitting the ground trying to run myself out of my own town
It's a crime
When you break your stride
You lose your crown
And it's the lies that we tell ourselves
To make it feel alright
But who's gonna get your back when
You're always turning around?