Feeling the pitcures faded Man in the mirror i dont recognize no mre And these foot prints in the snow got no where else to go Maybe that was the dices final roll Shit... Stuck in another slump Midas just get drunk Struck with another dunk of bunk Duck and run or raise your gun? Said it was just for fun But look what it brought Getting fucked up in parking lots To taking shots and runnin' up Man what became of us Sitting on this city bus Thinking about what was But more importantly what coulda been Sick fiends with writing dreams Fiening for some cash that may Outlast past my own telegraphed Time to last or at least till that final chapter. To be exact im not sure what im after I just miss my innocent laughter And i hate the image that came after. Matched the vibe everyone else was feeling