where's my home part II
where is this palce called home it cant be the house im staying at now.
where is the table where blood spilled from my knuckles from playing quartes with vinny. where is the ashtray where me and pam would still mom's cigarette butt's out of. and how about all those drunken nights that were filled with tears and laughs. all those times i took for granted that i wish i never left.
and how about the spot where we would always meet to smoke cigarettes and to get away from all the bullshit. where is the school where i had my first girlfriend in. what happened to all the days i spent in isr talking to mr smith
and saying how obnoxious he was. where is the mall where all the drama filled and fun filled nights were. what hapened to those fucked up days where all i was. was fucked up. what happened to those days where i used to write about how much i love you and cry to my mom about it at night. what happen to that deck where we would hangout and smoke. whos gonna come over this weekend to get shitfaced. all those days we spent just chillin smoking cigarettes and talking about shit. how about all those conversations on the phone that were heartfilled. all those times you picked me up afterschool and we drive around looking for something to do.where are my walls i took a knife and through at
and then had to put my dresses in front of it so my mom wouldnt see it.
where is the closet i used hide liquor bottles in and cigarette butt's.
all the times you were upset and i told you to come over and then we would get shitfaced. how about the time i thought canada had alcohol poisoning and i was asking jordan and alli what i should do. when is the next gay picnic gonna be.
when i am i gotta get drunk again and go in your pool and jump on your back while you jump around. i miss these memories so much. i will never let it go.
where is the table where blood spilled from my knuckles from playing quartes with vinny. where is the ashtray where me and pam would still mom's cigarette butt's out of. and how about all those drunken nights that were filled with tears and laughs. all those times i took for granted that i wish i never left.
and how about the spot where we would always meet to smoke cigarettes and to get away from all the bullshit. where is the school where i had my first girlfriend in. what happened to all the days i spent in isr talking to mr smith
and saying how obnoxious he was. where is the mall where all the drama filled and fun filled nights were. what hapened to those fucked up days where all i was. was fucked up. what happened to those days where i used to write about how much i love you and cry to my mom about it at night. what happen to that deck where we would hangout and smoke. whos gonna come over this weekend to get shitfaced. all those days we spent just chillin smoking cigarettes and talking about shit. how about all those conversations on the phone that were heartfilled. all those times you picked me up afterschool and we drive around looking for something to do.where are my walls i took a knife and through at
and then had to put my dresses in front of it so my mom wouldnt see it.
where is the closet i used hide liquor bottles in and cigarette butt's.
all the times you were upset and i told you to come over and then we would get shitfaced. how about the time i thought canada had alcohol poisoning and i was asking jordan and alli what i should do. when is the next gay picnic gonna be.
when i am i gotta get drunk again and go in your pool and jump on your back while you jump around. i miss these memories so much. i will never let it go.