Lyrics

Look back at my childhood, what was he thinkin'? Scrapbook highlights of smokin', drivin' and drinkin' Packed with pets and games in the back of a wagon Some white trash nonsense, not to sound like I'm braggin' 'Cause I'm alive Doesn't mean I lived well Just means I got back up every time that I fell I've got the scrapes The cuts and bruises I know the mistakes that it takes You're a fool if you choose this With some distance memories get a bit clearer Watching licenses lost in a rearview mirror Guess we held ourselves to a different standard To lose your keys those days, you had to be hammered 'Cause I'm alive Doesn't mean I lived well Means I got back up every time that I fell I got the scrapes The cuts and bruises I know the mistakes that it takes You're a fool if you choose this And I recognize I've done fine Yeah, I realize I've got mine There must be better ways to make men Than the nonsense we did back then 'Cause I'm alive Doesn't mean I lived well Just means I got back up every time that I fell I got the scrapes The cuts and the bruises I know the mistakes that it takes You're a fool if you choose this
Writer(s): Ed Robertson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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