Left Of Center

Ripped-up jeans and faded Chuck Taylors Head full of dreams and mouth like a sailor Quit the Highschool team, they called me a failure But I was finding my way Straight out of that town, onto something bigger Guitar case all covered in stickers Found a little pink house for the band and we figured we Gonna make it someday Maybe I don't hang out with the in-crowd You never heard all the songs I play loud I tell jokes with off-color punch lines My smoke, might get you a little too high They said it would hold me back but it's brought me the farthest You can call me left of center But last time I checked That's right where the heart is I follow my own beat, don't care if it's different Keep doing my thing, try to be what's missing In a town that'll make you wanna feel like quittin' when You don't sound like the same old same Maybe I don't hang out with the in-crowd You never heard all the songs I play loud I tell jokes with off-color punch lines My smoke, might get you a little too high They said it would hold me back but it's brought me the farthest You can call me left of center But last time I checked That's right where the heart is That's right where my heart is Maybe I don't hang out with the in-crowd You never heard all the songs I play loud I tell jokes with off-color punch lines My smoke, might get you a little too high They said it would hold me back but it's brought me the farthest You can call me left of center But last time I checked That's right where my heart is That's right where my heart is You might also like