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