The Past

And I sing songs about the past.

How I was raised and I was thrown out on my ass.

Cause I didn't care about going to school.

And I saw the look in her eyes.

My mother nearly cried when I had told her that I wanted to go.

Just to prove them wrong.

I've been smoking cigarettes since I was only fourteen.

Just to find an escape from this town that was so mean to me.

And I sing a songs about my friends

The way we grew up and all the loose ends we used to laugh.

Cause we didn't give a damn.

And I saw the look in my brother's eyes.

When I told him I was leaving,

He could help but despise me.

He's wanted out his whole life.

I've been smoking the green since I was merely sixteen.

Just to find an escape from this town that was so mean to me.

And I sing songs about the past.

I plead for relief.

This town won't receive all the things that I want, the things that I need.

And I'll beg and I'll beg.

I'm down on my knees.

Momma, oh momma, let me please leave.

I plead for relief.

This town won't receive all the things that I want, the things that I need.

And I'll beg.

All I ever wanted was love.