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Shoot Our Way Out

de Good Hangs

Way back
2008
Cars packed
Four in back, that's okay
Windows down, drive around
No destination but we're screaming with the breakdown
Felt like heaven those nights seven-eleven
At the skatepark
Hoping to numb away the depression
At abandoned house parties and we're running from the cops
But the high was wearing off
Never thought that it would stop

I watched all my friends fade out
We used to hate sleeping
Hung out every weekend
You hit the bottom thеn the bottom drops out
The drugs you been keeping
Use thеm every weekend
You were strung out on the pavement
High school kids getting wasted
The memories all fade out
Stories that I'm keeping
Tell them on the weekend someday (someday)

You started to slip away
Disappear didn't hear feels like for days
That stuff you bought and then you sold
Stole the boy I knew since I was 10 years old

Felt like heaven those nights
Seven-eleven at the skatepark
Hoping to numb away the depression
At abandoned house parties and we're running from the cops
But the high was wearing off
Never thought that it would stop

I watched all my friends fade out
We used to hate sleeping
Hung out every weekend
You hit the bottom then the bottom drops out
The drugs you been keeping
Use them every weekend
You were strung out on the pavement
High school kids getting wasted
The memories all fade out
Stories that I'm keeping
Tell them on the weekend someday (someday)

I still think about him now and then
Was there anything that I could have said
I was young and over my head
I was just a kid who couldn't make a difference
Feeling like a piece of shit
That I could give up and move on and get over it
Maybe I'll see him again
Tell stories on the weekend someday
I still think about him now and then
Was there anything that I could have said
I was young and over my head
I was just a kid who couldn't make a difference
Feeling like a piece of shit
That I could give up and move on and get over it
Maybe I'll see him again
Tell stories on the weekend

I watched all my friends fade out
We used to hate sleeping
Hung out every weekend
You hit the bottom then the bottom drops out
The drugs you been keeping
Use them every weekend
You were strung out on the pavement
High school kids getting wasted
The memories all fade out
Stories that I'm keeping
Tell them on the weekend someday
Tell them on the weekend someday
Tell them on the weekend someday

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