In oh-nine i was seventeen Bright eyed and my cut was clean I had my whole damn life in front of me
I finished school and I ran like hell To new orleans, met a southern belle Spent a couple good years in ecstasy
But good things always fall apart And hurt more the harder you try hard I know, I've done it all before
Seems like the more she knew me The less she'd hang around
Seems like the more I grow up The more I get let down
I ditched the hurting and I headed north To the city for a fresh new start It was hard but the chaos made me feel something
Winter came and it was cold as hell Huddled ‘round the oven warming ourselves But spring came and the money dried up with our dreams
Cause good things always fall apart And hurt more, the harder you try hard I know, I've done it all before
Seems like the more I stand up The more I get knocked down
Seems like the more I grow up The more I get let down
Cut my losses and I headed south In search of comfort in my old home town Call it copping out, I needed calming down
Well, place of my youth just wasn't the same Girls I knew had new last names Sometimes the only thing that stays the same is change
Cause good things always fall apart And hurt more, the harder you try hard I know, I've done it all before
Seems like the more y'all know me The less you hang around
Seems like the more I grow up The more I get let down
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