G/D/Em/C
Three sleepers smoking pot in the gravel lot by the covered bride/ One wakes up when the sun goes down one wont ever make it off his parents couch/ Ones playing the game the honest way in the hopes of making a difference/
And we'd sing folk punk songs and we adopted a dog till the ownders had second thoughts/ and we'd hike way too far to get away from people and cars spend the day skippin rocks/ But we knew it wouldn't last when they cut the high grass brought in trailers that smell like horses and ass/ or maybe it was just time that passed and our paths were doomed to scatter/ Now two sleepers have set off to settle waking matters/ I hope only to sleep it off until next we gatherC/Em/D
But i don't wanna wake up to find you leashed to a white collar/ I hope you live more comfortably than me but I hope its not through the dollar
G/B7/C/A7
SO promise me when you use that degree in politics or psychology to infiltrate the ranks of mainstream society/ That you won't get jaded you won't forget how to dream/ When you're climbing the ladder and the coast is clear and you see the wheel I hope you know which way to steer
I've got a middle aged body and a teenagers shoes/ Only problem is I'm twenty 22/ And I traded a middle class upbringing for poverty and the blues it'll hold true for me I'm glad it won't hold true for you
credits
from Get Lost (Split),
released August 9, 2013
Recorded by Ben Roberson
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