My life's these yellow lines concrete and parliment butts. Exhaust fumes and rest stops who drive hard for their bucks. Load in sound check play show load out let's go next city oh great off day. Hangovers hangups dialbacks running make up apologies and promises. And nobody acknowledges that boys in bands got it so damn bad. But we love like the last cigarette we'll ever have. I'm putting miles on my body bout due for a tune up in this gas station food ain't really helping but. I'm loving every minute every road signs a reminder of exactly why we did it to begin with. This is how it has to be. A kiss for luck submerge myself. And in 7 weeks resurface. Even if we don't look back again. Tired boys and wired eyes. Exposing imperfections. To the public eye we're perfect. Even if we don't look back again. I like these hotels passports random bag checks day dreams of love affairs that I haven't had yet. Touch down baggage claim new town different dame same clothes 7 days whew damn I need to change. And it's a lifestyle that I wouldn't recommend. Wild N Out on a level Nic Cannon couldn't comprehend (fuck outta here). We made a lot of friends and even more enemies. Some of which were genuine and others just pretend to be. Soft raving baby life's lovely. Even when the gray rain cloud's right above me. The girl's textin' me talkin' about gettin' all cuddly. Cause you paint a pretty picture but the frame is so ugly. This is how it has to be. A kiss for luck submerge myself. And in 7 weeks resurface. Even if we don't look back again. Tired boys and wired eyes. Exposing imperfections. To the public eye we're perfect. Even if we don't look back again. And now it's back in a van with four of my mans. Until we catchin' a tan on the Florida sands. I feel like tourin' this land's made me more of a man. From killa California to the shores of Japan. Good times stayin' up late in Austin. Coast to coast V8 to Chicago. To gettin' up with Johnny Cupcakes in Boston. And smokin' that most great eight in Colorado. Home ain't home no more. I hug the road and kiss the concrete and sometimes I even hear her heartbeat. No matter where we go or where we at. We carry upstate on our back it's like that. This is how it has to be. A kiss for luck submerge myself. And in 7 weeks resurface. Even if we don't look back again. Tired boys and wired eyes. Exposing imperfections. To the public eye we're perfect. Even if we don't look back again. This is how it has to be. A kiss for luck submerge myself. And in 7 weeks resurface. Even if we don't look back again. Tired boys and wired eyes. Exposing imperfections. To the public eye we're perfect. Even if we don't look back again. "So a lot of you don't realize. There's a whole subculture of boys driving around in vans.". Even if we don't look back again. "Looking for your daughters and your lottery tickets. Love it or leave it. I'm like this". Even if we don't look back again. "I love my life. Bitches.". Even if we don't look back again. Even if we don't look back again