Halloween in January

Still waitin' for the answers still runnin' from our monsters

The skeletons are shaking in the closet in the house that you burned down

Stop runnin' then I'll die from the fire in your eyes and I'll sure get crushed to pieces

I sort of feel like a victim who's waiting for a call from an officer you paid to say that "everything happens for a reason"

And everyday we get older

And everyday we start over

I picked up the coffee and the Barkeep he told me that last night you got wasted and threw your life away

It's not fair anyway

The bad guys get paid for this

It's Halloween in January on Friday, the thirteenth

We'll remember all the ghosts we dared and bury what's beneath

Remember all the tears we cried we wept a thousand feet

But life was good back then

You're a good one with a heart of an architect that's smarter than a rose but the thorns poke harder than the tip of an ice pick

But you hide from all the worries of your life at the bottom of the bottle at 3am with all your friends from High School

(god you're so cool)

The best part of the story as your cigarette burns red

Can't figure this shit out and just put it all to bed

I'm seven years new

My heart it still bleeds for you

It's Halloween in January on Friday, the thirteenth

We'll remember all the ghosts we dared and bury what's beneath

Remember all the tears we cried we wept a thousand feet

But life was good back then

Another day we live to tell our story right

Drinkin' natty light

The cost of all our problems

Another day we live to tell our story right

Drinkin' natty light