Josh Freese 2002
Never worked sad and slow,
Should have been that long ago,
I've been giving it,
Everything I've got.
We don't talk about it much,
It's still too difficult to touch,
Look me in the eye,
And say it's not.
Well I want some answers,
And I want to blame,
Cause the streets around my house,
They're just not the same.
And you, I promised in two thousand two,
That I'd give this off to you.
They say time, it heals things,
It hasn't yet and it still stings,
We're all wondering,
Where the hell you went.
Keeping my sunglasses on,
I'm tired of being asked what's wrong,
Learned the hard way,
About the permanent.
Well it's way too often,
We still break down,
From chasing your ghost,
All over town.
You, I promised in two thousand two,
That I'd give this off to you,
I promised in two thousand two,
That I'd give this off to you.
