The day I turned eighteenI found myselfTaking one last look at thisDead end streetWhere my band would playAnd the cops would fucking rageSo I swore to all my friendsWe'd make it outWell I know we are were carelessYeah I know we were youngSo we packed up all our shitAnd we were goneWe'll cross over fifty linesFor them to see us and the songs we writeBut it starts hereIN OUR GARAGE!And if you asked I would sayI'd do it againThere's nothing more than a tripRound the world with your best friendsWe can't ever forget themWhoaFuck what the kids will sayThey have no ideaWhat this means to meI've given everythingSo in the end there's only me to loseBut let's pretend you'll be there to pull me throughSoldier on and remember that we fightThe fights we believe inSo fight till they see this throughQuit holding onto ghostsCause you'll just let me goLet me goAnd if you asked I would sayI'd do it againThere's nothing more than a tripRound the world with your best friendsWe can't ever forget themWhoaAnd when the world's fast asleepI part at the seamsI'll just pretend that you're right here with meYou can never forget this(Can you hear my cries?A thousand voices screaming songs we used to write.)