I walked past cracked top-floor windows and boarded-up doors,
Past rubble and ruin and bits of the floor on the street.
Every blank brick tagged with huffers and heat,
And an overwhelming sense that you'd been beaten.
The air it hung heavy with humid humility,
Every half sentence inept of ability,
To properly explain the pain and the hurt.
The way things are now and the way things were.
And it's hard not to know when your time is up,
But it's harder admitting you've had enough,
And after everything we shared I still care so much about you.
But we've been watching something great bloat and stagnate,
And our best years liquor up and limp away.
As hard as it is now scrapping hope for this house and this family,
I'll always have your ink under my skin.
I'll always have your ink under my
And on the dead grass and leaves and assorted debris,
I sit and I toss back some malt memories,
Of you calling my name from the top of the city,
Telling me when I tried to believe
That what still lives in me
Is selfless and sacred not selfish and mean.
So I slink back into the dark district, meet up with friends
And drink myself sick from the things that I've said.
To what lives under my skin, and what passes my lips,
And how my left shoulder hurts when the temperature drips.
And it's hard not to know when your time is up,
But it's harder admitting you've had enough,
And after everything we shared I still care so much about you.
But we've been watching something great bloat and stagnate,
And our best years liquor up and limp away.
As hard as it is now scrapping hope for this house and this family,
I'll always have your ink under my skin.
I'll always have your ink under my
Our lives revolve around forged signatures and luck.
Our lives are funded by five-dollar door charges and love.
Our lives revolve around forged signatures and luck.
Our lives are funded by five-dollar door charges and love.
And it's hard not to know when your time is up,
But it's harder admitting you've had enough,
And after everything we shared I still care so much about you.
But we've been watching something great bloat and stagnate,
And our best years liquor up and limp away.
As hard as it is now scrapping hope for this house and this family,
I'll always have your ink under my skin.
I'll always have your ink under my skin.
I'll always have your ink under my skin.
I'll always have your ink under my skin.