Hope Ave Cemetery

I kinda fell of the map

I kinda let down my dad

I kinda made my friends feel like they didn't matter

And now there's no fixing that

I kinda blew off your calls

I kinda made you feel small

Showed up with beer and two packs of reds

Wasn't shocked you didn't answer the door

And I could call it bad luck

Or call it caught up at work

Could call it I met a girl

She left I don't wanna talk

Or I could call it a tendency

To crawl into bed soaked in gasoline

And cry how could this happen to me

But I grabbed the can

And drove to the Mobile

Punched in my pin

Filled it up with my eyes closed

Stare at the match

Thinking where'd all the time go

Where

Where