Cheap Easies - Color by Summer Lyrics

We'll go to hell for the things we did
And take it all with a grain of sand
Old friends say you're doing bad I guess it's the way it has to end In a place where most feel alone You'll never feel more quite at home
Punk's a shit priority fulfilled by dumbf*ck destiny

Ain't it fun being young and dumb
I hate how it feels like the best time's gone and I hear all the time you're still doing all the wrong things
Just couldn't be any other way Ain't no good reason to stay in a place we could never call our own

Try to escape you sink and sulk You're mad you said I sold the f*ck out
Shipped back to the Midwest states
You called me the worst one
I couldn't blame
You can't call or write
The phone don't ring and no one knows where to begin
Makes me wish for some way to see the best things they were in front of me