Spit Out

Cracked paint, faded signs, she said "I'm done
 I feel a lot like this town I'm so rundown
 Did the job but it up and died
 I've got to find something new that I can be now
 So what defines me
 Are all my best days and years behind me?
 Far from the places we used to talk about
 Picked up, chewed on and then spit out"
 We kicked rocks a couple blocks and no one talked
 "It's amazing I can fit five years in a broken cardboard box
 Well I guess I'm still alive"
 Blueprints they blew up the story's old
 You grab a hold of what gets thrown or else you drown
 See ideals and my visions all burn up
 When the sun and nothingness beat down
 So what defines me
 Are all my best days and years behind me?
 Far from the places we used to talk about
 Picked up, chewed on and then spit out"
 We kicked rocks a couple blocks and no one talked
 "It's amazing I can fit five years in a broken cardboard box
 Well I guess I'm still alive"
 Then we caught our reflection in the window
 She said "I act tough, but we both know
 That this puffed up face is safe in well worn places
 Hurts to let it go
 Give me some answers 'cause now I'm lost
 So just where are we going now?"