I'm feeling
Warm sand between cold feet
Barefoot on a dead end street
Blunt burning, hanging from my teeth
6 AM again on the beach at 17th
Mistakes I make
Led me to the same place
Follow footsteps
But can't step to their pace
Too dumb for school
Too sharp to play a fool
Too sick to quit
[Hatespeech Rules]
And those 2 bare feet
Half-stepping down a dead end street
Feel the concrete
On the west coast, (Ten toes deep)
So steep it was to climb
And past yet another peak I'd find
So steep was the decline
And it was just a time in my life
You never left
That corner of the west
Youre just working for the next check
To blow up your nose
Or on a shitty fest
Suffice to say
You wouldn't have it any other way
Till youre dead and rolling through the gates
With a fistful of dollars
And a heart full of hate
But it was just a time in your life
In hindsight, just a blink of an eye
And the salad days
They won't stop
(Stop slipping away)
And he's a different man
At a different age
Or so he says
And the salad days
They won't stop
(Stop slipping away)
And I'm a different man
At a different age
But you know what they say
People don't change
Except you
I guess changed too
The only side of you that I have ever known
The only side of you that you have ever shown
The type of side of me that I'm leaving behind
Salad days remain in hindsight
Barefoot stepping to the depths of my memory
Of my mind
Leave it behind
In my mind