(Verse 1) Dust on the strings of this old acoustic guitar The porch light is flickering, staring at the stars Remember the summers when the night belonged to us? We were burning like a match, now we're fading into rust. I found an old photo in a drawer by the bed A baseline of memories I keep in my head But the numbers are disconnected, the addresses changed It’s funny how a hometown can feel so damn strange. (Chorus) And oh, the years they just tear at the seams Waking me up from my idiotic fucking dreams I traded my secrets for blood curdling screams And I’m sitting here wondering where it all went off. Now nobody calls, and nobody stays Just a ghost on a porch burning that haze. (Verse 2) I’ve been thinking 'bout Alexa, oooh she had those big ole titties (soooo big) How I broke her young heart just to see how it goes I was selfish and foolish, I could of kept smashin that sweet ass Turned a beautiful thing into something that didn't last And Lily, ohhhhh Lily, with those looooong legs that went on for miles and loved to play with me with her hands I left her behind for some half-baked plans and Danielle, oh my Dani! you had it all, a perfect smile and an ass to match. Big and firm breasts, a great personality. We were so attached but I locked that door with a permanent latch now I just lay here missing those teets shiver and unlaid Watching the teepee under my sheets wither and fade. (Chorus) And oh, the years they just tear at the seams Waking me up from my idiotic fucking dreams I traded my secrets for blood curdling screams And I’m sitting here wondering where it all went off. Now nobody calls, and nobody stays Just a ghost on a porch burning that haze. (Bridge) We used to swear that we’d never grow cold That we’d still fuck each other when we were gray and old But the silence is heavy, and the distance is wide but I’m sooooo tired of keeping my cum inside. Is anyone out there? Does anyone care? cuz I'm about to just pay a stranger to beat me off like the way u use too [man crying] Just a boy in a room that he can't quite contain Staring up at a worn-out headboard. I miss my hot little honeys I'm sorry, my girls. It’s a lonely old life in a spinning world. Yeah, it's a lonely old life... no titties no ass kill myself with the stove gas [explosion]
