looking back

Here’s to looking back
A few fuck ups here
A few fuck ups there
But in the end
I still don’t fucking care

Jump in my car we’re leaving town
Forget mistakes and promises
Let me down cause I know you will
You promised me nothing I believed
With the exception of your accusations
You lost it all and now you want it back
Words can’t reverse the scars you made
The last time you were my wing man

Here’s to looking back
A few fuck ups here
A few fuck ups there
But in the end
I still don’t fucking care

Like cars on the highway
I passed you by long ago
I haven’t grown up anymore than you
But maturity is what you lack
Although they broke long before
Time spent without the glasses
Rose-colored and beautiful
Doesn’t mean you are mature

Here’s to looking back
A few fuck ups here
A few fuck ups there
But in the end
I still don’t fucking care

Pictures and memories in a box
Remind me of the times when
Things weren’t so complicated
Or we were too naive to notice
My favorite men chase back the demons
Jim, Jack, Johnny Red, Johnny Black, and Jose
Have them anyway you want
As long as you use our shot glass

Here’s to looking back
A few fuck ups here
A few fuck ups there
But in the end
I still don’t fucking care

Tell me something true
Something no one else knows
And I’ll tell you my dirty secret
Don’t expect anything from me
Cause I have nothing left to give
This song is undone with hate
Dripping from my words
Laced with your arsenic