And Still the Mick Foley of Pop Punk

Your Mojave ways can’t save you now

Get up and quit it on your own.

Grieve louder, straight shooter

Tempting fate to find me out.

I fucking failed to make this home.

Grieve louder, straight shooter.

I give it all to grow, I do it for all for you.

I\'m tearing my idols off the wall found out they don’t know shit, I’m from the desert after all, been told that it’s my weakness.

And It’s too late for sorry now, its hand we were dealt there is still afire burning all the whiskey in the world couldn’t put it out.

Poster boy for “make believe” another pawn in the rock and roll machine an empty van and all my burdens wondering was it ever worth it.

I hold your hand to ask for help, I can’t do this on my own.

Grieve louder straight shooter.

Super bloom, scream ask me anything…

Are you dead or dormant?

Super bloom scream ask me anything

Can you ignore it?

The lies I told, plated in gold, went and bought some of my own.

I\'m tearing Bukowski off the wall, found out!he don’t know shit. I’m from the desert after all, it’s not a fucking weakness.

There’s still a fire inside of me, it\'s been burning since 2000...