It's been two years since I've taken this way home
It's comforting to know not much has changed
From the fields we used to roam to sneak into those two abandoned homes

Everyone's a writer I just have a general block
There's signs in every yard
Everyone's a writer but a piece of plastic
Doesn't tend to make my mind

I still take bad advice from my best friends
Rather take bad advice from my best friends
And guide a sinking ship to the bottom with them
I'll go to the bottom with you

Thinking back on thinking forward
I always thought I'd be further than I ever am

Without this bad knee I wouldn't have a good one
These vices don't hold me down
They fucking carry me

Everyone's a writer I just have a general block
There's signs in every yard
Everyone's a writer but a piece of plastic
Doesn't tend to make my mind
I still take bad advice from my best friends
Rather take bad advice from my best friends
And guide a sinking ship to the bottom with them
I'll go to the bottom with you
(I'll go to the bottom)

(Sometimes I can't believe the things I get myself into
Because laying low has never made much sense to me) x2

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I still take bad advice from by best friends

I still take bad advice from my best friends
Rather take bad advice from my best friends
And guide a sinking ship down to the bottom with them
I'll go to the bottom with you
I'll go to the bottom with you

So keep on spinning and I'll stay behind
My closing speech
Fuck your world, I'll take mine