And I won't forgot the reasons that I know I'm leaving
My head is exploding clear right through the ceiling
And I don't know when I got stuck in this feeling
But one things for sure is I sure f*cking hate it
The last time I said it
I swear that I meant it
I ran out of gas
And I sold off my drum kit
But I bought a new axe
A pen and a pad
I won't f*ck this up
Like I did in the past
And I know
I wanna pack up the van and let go !
I know I've said it before
But it's the start of the show
And I will say it again
Till were back on the road
On a stage with my friends
Were back on the road and we just got a flat
And one things forsure you're a pain in the ass
Im out in the cold, but id rather be sleeping
I ran down the road f*cking streaking, believe it
We make it on time
Somehow, someway
A couple of beers
And then its time to play
I forgot the lyrics
But nobody noticed
Next time ill practice
Instead of just choking
And I know
I wanna pack up the van and let go !
I know I've said it before
But it's the start of the show
And I will sing it again
Till were back on the road
On a stage with my friends