Ahhgust

I’m still dragging all these hoops that I tried to jump through.
It ain’t gettin’ any easier…
What kinda game of life you playing, and are you making up the rules?
Why do I sit here with this lesson taught while you’re the one who left for school?

More than just your zipcode, way beyond your friends…
…all these changes start to filter in.
What kinda game of life you playing, and are you making up the rules?
Why do I sit here with this lesson taught while you’re the one who left for school?

These roads still lead back home, you know.
I tried thinking of the last few things we talked about,
and I couldn’t remember, I couldn’t remember.

And on these same paved dead end streets I feel the loss inside breathe new life in me.
With two bars we could barely hear your voice.
Maybe this town it was just too boring. Yesterday’s news, the same old story.
It's still where we'll always be from.