Coming to my house for the seventeenth time gotta mean that I didn't mess it up in the first sixteen
But I really gotta won -der what does all the back and forth mean
All the lines all the times all the pic-tures memories
All the marks that you sketched on my heart with a ride with a dollar and a smile
For the love of I don't know what am I diggin to deep?
All the lines are they free in the way that they that move
Like fireworks? light on a summer night? picture perfect memory?
Or the lines are they dry in a circle in the dessert and they're blowing in the wind like tumbleweeds?
Are we vines in a jungle? are we stars up above it?
Are we people that are to afraid to leave? is the song to much of a stretch?
I gotta try
For the love of I don't know what I been waiting my turn when they put me in the light
I will be damned if the boy is gonna change you are living in a cage If your living in a lie
And I never wanna have to think I wanna give em my pulse when I look in em in the eye

Coming to a cross roads for the seventeenth time means that I didn't die at the first sixteen
And I still got friends that I know are fuckin real
From the lines from the times from the pic-tures and memories
There next to me hands up for the people here next to me I love you fools
And all the marks that you left in my house when you ate my food
Slept on my couch
And we hopped in our ride going no where fast
High way lines pass

Like the lines that you left on my heart from the time that we spent
From the umpteen times fuck what ever number were on
Cause all -that i-know is were still on
Livin in a dream cause I love these folks
Lines get tatted like inititals on my soul gettin deeper getting old
Like a wine not a rose I don't wither and die drink to us
All the time just a little bit of time it's what ever we choose

Coming to my house for the seventeenth time gotta mean that I didn't mess it up in the first sixteen
But I really gotta won -der what does all the back and forth mean
All the lines all the times all the pic-tures memories
All the marks that you sketched on my heart with a ride with a dollar and a smile
For the love of I don't know what am I diggin to deep?
All the lines are they free in the way that they that move
Like fireworks? light on a summer night? picture perfect memory?
Or the lines are they dry in a circle in the dessert and they're blowing in the wind like tumbleweeds?
Are we vines in a jungle? are we stars up above it?
Are we people that are to afraid to leave? is the song to much of a stretch?
I gotta try
For the love of I don't know what I been waiting my turn when they put me in the light
I will be damned if the boy is gonna change you are living in a cage If your living in a lie
And I never wanna have to think I wanna give em my pulse when I look in em in the eye

Coming to a cross roads for the seventeenth time means that I didn't die at the first sixteen
And I still got friends that I know are fuckin real
From the lines from the times from the pic-tures and memories
There next to me hands up for the people here next to me I love you fools
And all the marks that you left in my house when you ate my food
Slept on my couch
And we hopped in our ride going no where fast
High way lines pass