Maybe if I said something a bit more meaningless
Than possibly I could make my father proud of the things I've done
Throw blood, reckless, onto paper
You can't expect me to take the same roads so many have crawled down before
I am fine with dying with regrets
As long as I've never stopped making attempts
At the sky and tearing down the stars
It never felt right to sit back-letting life pass me by
Saying I could have, would have but never fucking tried
I'll take my chances with the late nights, the bitter arguments
We'll get by on the skin of our teeth I've never needed more

I'll takes my chances with the harsh criticism and the failed relationships

We'll get by on the skin of our teeth I've never need more

I have it all, I never needed more than a bag
Full of clothes and a fucked up van
Just give me 20 minutes to sweat out the feeling
Give me 20 minutes to run my self dead
This is my outlet, this is my mid life crisis
Though it started at 16 I don't plan on seeing 30

I'll stays thankful for the hand outs, thankful for the chance