Old Bleached Hair

I can't say it out loud Like I used to

My mouth moves faster than my hands can write

Maybe it's the weed or maybe I'm a mess

Hey Man Hey Man Hey Man I'm just doing my best

Somebody turn the lights down low in the living room

And I'll grab a chair

I'm making friends with the ghosts of my youth

And my old bleached hair

Still pressing on a bruise to remember how it felt

When they cut the noose

Still pressing on a bruise to remember how it felt

When they cut me loose

I traded patience for a double threat

Neck tattoos and a lit cigarette

I will never forget

I don't know who I am, I don't know who I am

When it's all left unsaid

Hey Man Hey Man Hey Man I'm just doing my best

Somebody turn the lights down low in the living room

And I'll grab a chair

I'm making friends with the ghosts of my youth

And my old bleached hair

Still pressing on a bruise to remember how it felt

When they cut the noose

Still pressing on a bruise to remember how it felt

When they cut me loose

When they cut me loose

Somebody turn the lights down low in the living room

And I'll grab a chair

I'm making friends with the ghosts of my youth

And my old bleached hair

Still pressing on a bruise to remember how it felt

When they cut the noose

Still pressing on a bruise to remember how it felt

When they cut me loose