The Soccer Journals

I've been watching that one scene
 From The Basketball Diaries over and over again
 And I'm thinking that it could've been me
 If I had just made a different turn instead
 I'm feeling like I dodged a bullet
 But I walked into another line of fire
 Sure it didn't kill me
 But goddamn, if it hasn't been hurting for a while
 And I'm sorry if I'm being too pushy
 I'm sorry if I'm coming off insane
 I just need someone to turn to
 When all my friends figure out I'm not worth their time of day
 So if you could just respond once that would be great
 And it's a felony in Florida to own a fake ID
 So tell me, am I guilty if I change, if no one is near me
 And if I'm guilty, baby tell me that you're not guilty too
 'Cause if I'm doomed to being locked up
 At least let me think that I knew you
 Let me think that I knew you
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 I'm fishing into the zeitgeist, and I'm only pulling out clichés
 I can't shake this empty feeling that I'm an actor on a setting stage
 I'm seeing white, and I am not sure how much longer I can go
 Reimagining old faces, faces you already know
 And it's a felony in Florida to own a fake ID
 So tell me, am I guilty if I change, if no one is near me
 And if I'm guilty, baby tell me that you're not guilty too
 'Cause if I'm doomed to being locked up
 At least let me think that I knew you
 Let me think that I knew you
 Watch Carroll bang on the door frame
 Reduced to sobbing and his mother's name
 And maybe in the next hit he can find himself a little bit and fix this
 God knows I feel the same
 And it's a felony in Florida to own a fake ID