The Soccer Journals

I've been watching that one scene From The Basketball Diaries over and over again And I'm thinking that it could've been me If I had just made a different turn instead I'm feeling like I dodged a bullet But I walked into another line of fire Sure it didn't kill me But goddamn, if it hasn't been hurting for a while And I'm sorry if I'm being too pushy I'm sorry if I'm coming off insane I just need someone to turn to When all my friends figure out I'm not worth their time of day So if you could just respond once that would be great And it's a felony in Florida to own a fake ID So tell me, am I guilty if I change, if no one is near me And if I'm guilty, baby tell me that you're not guilty too 'Cause if I'm doomed to being locked up At least let me think that I knew you Let me think that I knew you I'm fishing into the zeitgeist, and I'm only pulling out clichés I can't shake this empty feeling that I'm an actor on a setting stage I'm seeing white, and I am not sure how much longer I can go Reimagining old faces, faces you already know And it's a felony in Florida to own a fake ID So tell me, am I guilty if I change, if no one is near me And if I'm guilty, baby tell me that you're not guilty too 'Cause if I'm doomed to being locked up At least let me think that I knew you Let me think that I knew you Watch Carroll bang on the door frame Reduced to sobbing and his mother's name And maybe in the next hit he can find himself a little bit and fix this God knows I feel the same And it's a felony in Florida to own a fake ID