Waiting

A song I wrote about growing up in my old town.

no one here is staying
everyone has gone
and i'm sitting here
wondering how long
spending all our time
spinning circles in a parking lot
counting on one hand
and laughing at what we got

and here we are
here we are

we pass the time with cigarettes
lie to ourselves
it's as good as it gets
while we stand here waiting
we'll paint this town in black and brown
crack our bottles
and slowly drown
while we stand here waiting

slowly running dry
the light drained from our eyes
fade to black
to these punk rock lullabies
this sleepy town
has given everything it's got
we'll dream in color of another kind
and hit our knees where love marks the spot

and here we are
here we are

we pass the time with cigarettes
lie to ourselves
it's as good as it gets
while we stand here waiting
we'll paint this town in black and brown
crack our bottles
and slowly drown
while we stand here waiting