Bridgemill
Brother Bird
3:50growing up in the suburbs brick homes and shopping malls we’d drive by the 7 eleven fake IDs and cheap alcohol looking back i’d never imagine our fun would become your disease we were just attending a party till somebody called the police you’d raise up your glass hold up a match and turn up the music loud everyone knows when it’s time to go home you were always the last one to walk out or pass out on the couch we all moved to different cities lost touch we hadn't spoken for years we grew up and grew out of friendships moved on started careers i guess you never left, you got bitter now your mom - i see her face when i sleep the night they found your body i heard your father had to call the police raise up your glass hold up a match and turn up the music loud let’s give a toast to the star of the show i know you’re still holding it down throw another one back let’s make this thing last turn up the music loud everyone knows when it’s time to go home you were always the last to walk out or pass out on the couch