Thursday, February 23, 2012

Underdog.

Born a loser means I've always known
just how far until the open road
in my pocket hides an old grey stone
that I try to fill with
all the dreams that I've missed out
on the way down

Careless lovers who are never home
callous ashes that can burn a hole
fallen father you ain't ever known
tryin' to hear the whispers
tryin' to hide the shit stains now
on the way out

And Lord I fear the distance coming
Still I fear the distance coming down

Born a loser but I've always known
I was made to walk the open road
Hold my prayers in an old faded stone
that today i've filled with
all the dreams I'm living now
on the way out.

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