Boy's Chore lyrics

Hope this song gets lost This thing's gone four years and forgotten to stop Tired eyed, quiet eyed Always had too much to drive Won't get myself depressed Over shit that used to make my life feel meaningless Like missing you and having loved and lost Trying to handle yours and mine is like cutting in line on the way to die I'll sleep when I'm dead Back then we never thought of ends We never thought too far past the fix Together we were the worst Could be the best of the best when surrounded by dirt So lets go back to your mom's broken home lets forget that remembered when we were alone Go ahead and relapse they'll find my body on 8th and my wallet on Grant So today I try 'Cause a boy's only chore is not to die I wish I had a river so long I'd skate away on