The Menzingers - High School Friend lyrics
[The Menzingers - High School Friend lyrics]
Raisin' hell in Wayne County
With a copper on our tail
Hopin' that he drives on by me
But knowin' this town
He'll probably throw us in jail
We're both so paranoid in our hometown
There's so much unclaimed baggage
At the carousels
And though we're guilty of nothin'
We feel like fugitives runnin'
Towards the Great White North or
A border town in Mexico
There's former you, there's former me
We're tellin' tales of revisionist history
I remember the days we couldn't
Hardly wait to end
I was gettin' fucked up with
A high school friend
Wonderin' where all the good times went
I was gettin' fucked up with
A high school friend
Wonderin' where all the good times went
We left town the minute we turned eighteen
We moved to different corners of the country
Now we come back for holidays and funerals
So much has changed
But Wayne County's still the same
Drivin' down 191
There's an old memory of someone
As a little white cross just
Poppin' out from the bend
I was gettin' fucked up with
A high school friend
Wonderin' where all the good times went
I was gettin' fucked up with
A high school friend
Wonderin' where all the good times went
(Oh, oh oh, oh oh)
Don't let the overwhelmin' sorrow shred
All hopes of tomorrow
Don't let 'em tell ya how to live your life
'Cause they may never understand
But, it's okay, because I do
We know all the ups and downs
Each other have been through
I was gettin' fucked up with
A high school friend
Wonderin' where all the good times went
I was gettin' fucked up with
A high school friend
Wonderin' where all the good times went
(Oh, oh oh, oh oh, Oh, oh oh, oh oh)
With a copper on our tail
Hopin' that he drives on by me
But knowin' this town
He'll probably throw us in jail
We're both so paranoid in our hometown
There's so much unclaimed baggage
At the carousels
And though we're guilty of nothin'
We feel like fugitives runnin'
Towards the Great White North or
A border town in Mexico
There's former you, there's former me
We're tellin' tales of revisionist history
I remember the days we couldn't
Hardly wait to end
I was gettin' fucked up with
A high school friend
Wonderin' where all the good times went
I was gettin' fucked up with
A high school friend
Wonderin' where all the good times went
We left town the minute we turned eighteen
We moved to different corners of the country
Now we come back for holidays and funerals
So much has changed
But Wayne County's still the same
Drivin' down 191
There's an old memory of someone
As a little white cross just
Poppin' out from the bend
I was gettin' fucked up with
A high school friend
Wonderin' where all the good times went
I was gettin' fucked up with
A high school friend
Wonderin' where all the good times went
(Oh, oh oh, oh oh)
Don't let the overwhelmin' sorrow shred
All hopes of tomorrow
Don't let 'em tell ya how to live your life
'Cause they may never understand
But, it's okay, because I do
We know all the ups and downs
Each other have been through
I was gettin' fucked up with
A high school friend
Wonderin' where all the good times went
I was gettin' fucked up with
A high school friend
Wonderin' where all the good times went
(Oh, oh oh, oh oh, Oh, oh oh, oh oh)