i've got one cigarette, and i'll bet, that it's broken in 3 places
my hands are cold, and i know, all these empty faces
the conversations hot, but i know, my 2 cents, won't change a thing tonight.
this beer is warm, but even so, i know that things will be alright
i've got my friends, and my guitar, we'll skate till the sun comes around again
i know that i've felt worse before,
and i know that you're my friends,
you guys make the least worth more,
and i know that you'll be there, in the end
i've got no cigarettes, and i'm feeling old, the morning sun in our faces
my legs are sore, my skateboard's soaked, and i don't know where the fuck this place is.
i guess i'll walk home, get cleaned up, i'll call dave, we can go out again.
another night in this town, don't want to drink again, and you say: "fuck it, let's get plastered".
and now that i'm drunk, and my pants are down, i don't want to live and die in this town.
i'll see you later, meet me at the chevron
we'll get slurpees, and figure out what's going on.
i've got one cigarette, and i'll bet, that it's broken in 3 places
the weather's cold, and i know, all these empty faces
the conversations hot, but i know, my 2 cents, won't change a thing tonight.
this beer is warm, but even so, i know that things will be alright.
this bitterness of a small town, i know things will be alright.
