Lyrics
Sometimes at night i would watch y all fight, i got some issues in my head, and they re not much help
In some city with some people i don t know, so you let your paranoia place your bets for you Atmosphere, i know you re different now
It s breakin your shoulders, you re growing up to be the best man that you possibly can Little, when you should be at home with your own instead you re on your telephone
Sometimes at night i would watch y all fight, reminded me of the days before the dagonflies escaped
I won t take up too much of you time, a child wonderin
I m convinced it s my punishment, don t wanna turn out like you, i m proud of you man
Sometimes at night i would watch y all fight, i know you re trying to get your video game-grind on and that s fine
your son says
i wanna thank you
Before i hit the road again to go and win this paper chase, i m not trying to get you down Little, but fans leave you randomly
Mom has no choice, plus you re gettin old, before i hit the road again to go and win this paper chase
Another drunk hotel bedroom corner, i m proud of you man Man, what s goin on
How s the love, sometimes at night i would watch y all fight
and other times today feels too much like the past
all these women wanna hurt me and i just don t have the patience
you re growing up to be the best man that you possibly can
All these women wanna hurt me and i just don t have the patience, i ve never hit a woman, i got some issues in my head
i can t teach much when it comes to women
Why i go out of town, i m over thirty, in any location
i m afraid of my fate
I can t teach much when it comes to women, plus you re gettin old, why your life just ain t alright
In some city with some people i don t know, mom has no choice, no heavy rotation
sometimes the weeks fly a little too fast
Reminded me of the days before the dagonflies escaped, sometimes at night i would watch y all fight
Don t wanna turn out like you, sometimes at night i would watch y all fight
in some city with some people i don t know
And even the memories are turned up too loud, for those nights i got drunk and let go at some bar, can t maintain relations
Not much to say, in any location
Curled up like a naked fetus, and sometimes i get this pain in my stomach s pit
for those nights i got drunk and let go at some bar
you re supposed to learn that from daddy
Sorry that the phone calls ain t too routine, too many cigarettes, you re doing good little man thats all i really meant
you re doing good little man thats all i really meant
I drive safe and slow but don t know nothing bout the engine, what s goin on
i m convinced it s my punishment
Sometimes at night i would watch y all fight, you re doing good little man thats all i really meant
What s goin on, i got some issues in my head
tryin to test your poise
I can t trust em, it s what i get, other times i m not sittin on enough cash
For those nights i got drunk and let go at some bar, sorry that the phone calls ain t too routine
that daddy never lived inside the same shack
not much to say
When you should be at home with your own instead you re on your telephone, knew we should ve started fixing em back when she left you
just gimme a second to empty my face
Not much to say, and other times today feels too much like the past, just checkin in wit cha trying to see what s wrong today
thanks for listening
Come and save him jesus, curled up like a naked fetus, i can t trust em
I watch the way you try to keep your mom happy, i know you re trying to get your video game-grind on and that s fine
For all the times that the lines on your face, when you should be at home with your own instead you re on your telephone
come and save him jesus