First in awhile

"Shippensberg"-CKY

You know what makes me happy

The things that make you sad

The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag

I found my indecision

The product of the media grime

The feel that I control have you press rewind

And now I'm on the wings

Hoping that you'll hear

Don't bother to respond

You love to hear me again

And when the sun beams down all of your lies

Close, close, yeah close the light

The sky's all grey in the barracks I know I'm a lousy hero

The classic act of feeling is that of a memory

And you are peering down through parascopic eyes

Close, close, yeah close (conscience)

I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid

We'll drive the band to Shippensburg and hope that we get played

And in the end of a season the voices turn it all off

The things that were so meaningless 'til the next one comes along

I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid

We'll drive the band to Shippensburg and hope that we get played

I  miss waiting outside in the cold. I miss pretty much skipping everyone in line. I miss the smell of smoke and beer in a huge room filled with people.I miss everyone moving to the same beat, everything else just melting away as everyone says the same words and thinks of how they speak just to them. I miss waiting outside meeting them and actually seeing them in real life. I miss the car rides home with a new cd. I miss getting lost downtown...twice. I miss the sky lines. I miss the plane sized bottles of vodka. I miss the late night talks. I miss new things. I miss the old times.

Sometimes I miss you.