Lyrics

Made a lot of enemies but more friends Just trying to figure out whats important I know that family is gold when it all ends The city's broke down like an old engine A silhouetted sky above an ocean A Justin Roberts painting that I float in I step into the water and it feels real It ain't ideal but I deal Take the van down to Tennessee in August Just another fucker on a long list Who don't want to spend his life behind a damn desk Sick of the authority and nonsense I don't wana live life like it's over The city gets colder and colder The neighborhood's rough so I hold steel It ain't ideal but I deal Been a hard days night on the east side Gimme good green and some erie vibes Can't catch enough sleep for me to feel inspired As a lay amongst the cigarettes and broken vinyl I can never find the draft from the window I'm starting to look thinner than my bill fold Tired of the music that got no soul It ain't ideal but I deal Another hard loss for the home team Sees another white suburban kid turn dope fiend Sometimes it's like were in the city of forgotten dreams All the while technology replaces people It's harder than it looks and the truth hurts I still believe ya make it if you do work I feel like I never learn unless I lose first It ain't ideal but I deal I'd rather be a punk than apostle Even if it means I'll end up in the hospital For saying what I mean, got no control Sometimes it's hard enough to just stay sober When the future looks bright it can be blinding Pray I can muster up the strength to do the right thing The uncertainty and risk make it all real It ain't ideal but I deal With another new day comes a rebirth I count 'em like the holes on my tee shirt An opportunity to change and to see what works Even when the world is upon your shoulders The spirit that's inside me is hopeful I try to see the glass like it's half full The people put around me been so cool It ain't ideal, its surreal
Writer(s): Matthew Andrle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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