american slang
found its place again
rest in my head
outside the corner store

messy young kids
wish they were still my friends
they knew my heart
but i left them

holding her hands
took a backseat and
i don't regret
cause i was right

vision can't read
more than a week or two
when i was fifteen

losing my friends
it's hitting home again
like fires in the attic
it's hitting home again
like fires in the attic
it's hitting home again
like fires in the attic
it's hitting home again
like fires in the attic
it's hitting home again
like fires in the attic