Upchurch - Tore Up lyrics

The only time I see you is
When we're in a crowd
You're with your friends and I'm with mine
The music's bumpin' loud
You used to be the girl that
Didn't go out on the town
Now you have these crazy nights
On Instagram you post about

And through the neon smoke
On a midtown strip when I'm home alone
You're out with your friends

I still get tore up
I still get tore up about it (Up about it)
I still get tore up
I still get tore up (Up about it)
I still get tore up
I still get tore up about it (Up about it)
I still get tore up about it
Up about it, up about it, up about it


(I still get tore up about it, up about it)

Uh, yeah we ain't as young as we once was
Back when I had no tattoos
No ID to get in clubs
We walked Broadway lookin' at the lights
And nightlife that we never seen
Breathin' in those toxic fumes from
Buses sittin' on Second Ave
Trying to sneak in to the spots where all
The big boys used to roam around
I was 130 pound soakin' wet but I
Felt like Zeus when you was around
A long way from them county roads in
A small taste of that city life
Sweet smell of that Jack Daniel's
Old cigarette smoke and neon lights
With Alan Jackson from the background comin'
From a country cover band
And a homeless lady on a street corner
Killin' it when she plays that violin
Johnny and June on them alley walls
That slapped up way back when
We didn't know shit about life just six
Months in to havin' our license
And if these words were Polaroids
These pictures would be priceless
But these thoughts up in my head
Keep replayin' because they're timeless
So whenever you're out up on the town
Cheers to the times that we had
Let the flames of life drift down
The strip of Music City

I still get tore up
I still get tore up about it (Up about it)
I still get tore up
I still get tore up (Up about it)
I still get tore up
I still get tore up about it (Up about it)
I still get tore up about it
Up about it, up about it, up about it
(I still get tore up about it, up about it)

Yeah, huh, not as young as we was, right?
Now I've been kicked out of every bar
Except the one I'm sittin' in tonight
I had about twelve drafts and two shots
Now I'm in a back alley smokin' pot
Prolly stumbled into a fist fight with some
Jockey dudes and get roughed up
But it's all good that Jack Daniel's
Got me fucked up as always
And if I leave this neon strip it's
Lookin' like I fought a saw blade
Got alcohol on my white suede
Car parked on Broadway
No pretty lady in the passenger 'cause
Of dumb choices that I made
I start the Chevy and it's always her
Song bumpin' through them sound waves
One bullet in that pistol Smith &
Wesson come take the pain away
I talk to my drunk self and tell
My sober self I can't take me
So I pull the gun on my other half like
"Why you always blamin' me?"

I still get tore up
I still get tore up about it (Up about it)
I still get tore up
I still get tore up (Up about it)
I still get tore up
I still get tore up about it (Up about it)
I still get tore up about it
Up about it, up about it, up about it
(I still get tore up about it)
I still get tore up
I still get tore up about it (Up about it)
I still get tore up
I still get tore up (Up about it)
I still get tore up
I still get tore up about it (Up about it)
I still get tore up about it
Up about it, up about it, up about it
(I still get tore up about it)