The Lawrence Arms - The Old Timer's 2x4 Lyrics
Walking dead on two burned feetDo you have anything left to say to me?From barber chairs and baseball glovesTo calling names and slaps and drugsFrom son, you could have been someoneTo hey there, meet my only sonLost in the mail for a convenient month.A graduation unattended 500 miles, 500 daysWe'll never talk,Let's count the ways we fake it over every breakAnd you kick yourself for making this mistakeActions dismantle litigationAnd I thought this would be easier for meAnother forced smile on vacationAnother disappointment paves itself into a two way streetAnd I see you inside myselfI want to climb out of my skinI see you in myself every day and once again,I was the worst mistake,Your connection to a thirty year hateI tried hard not to believe itI'll try harder not to feel itHere's to you ya old bastard