Dying Is for Fools

Took it out for the last time and It's a long drive
 back to Steel City. Still waiting for these long nights
 and hangovers to slowly fade away. I'm just sitting
 alone again calling all my friends telling them that I
 could use a drink or ten. I'm not going home alone
 cause I cant pretend like I'm not lonely anymore
 The soundtrack to my life is so low
 It happens every night we sing
 No, no not anymore
 The soundtrack to my life is so low
 So I'm stuck in the streets, I don't eat I don't pray
 for anyone or anything to get me off my knees. I'd rather
 sing the blues to you than ever be saved. I got a tattoo
 of a mic with my friends name and these burns on my arm
 to remind me of better days when I still felt alive on
 the inside
 Woah, the soundtrack to my life is so low
 It happens every night we sing
 No, no not anymore
 The soundtrack to my life is so low
 It happens every night and that's why
 we sing