Pa turnpike, northbound on a dark night / driving into scranton for a difficult occasion / when you first got your license we were nowhere to be found / I was just a little kid back then but you let me hang around / but we’re older now / farewell youth, i’m afraid I hardly got to know you / I was always hanging out with the older kids / always in a rush, but I was never sure from what / I was always hanging out with the older kids / the grief starts when bumping into friends turned acquaintances / we stumble around the small talk / we break the silence with jameson / but once we were inseparable / we were the only punks in town / we spent every weekend raisin’ hell in the basement of your parents house / but we’re older now / in someones apartment / getting fucked up / to all our favorite records / drinking the cheap stuff / we couldn’t get enough / of growing up / I saw my childhood flash before me in the death of your closed eyes / at your irish wake we celebrate by trying not to cry.
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The verse "Can't even buy a coffee without exploiting someone" got me. It really hits hard. For the entire length of the album it felt like the end of the world.
But to be perfectly honest, it's just how life is these days. And it's fucked up. szczur
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