Hey, Mama, would you pay my rent?
Would you let me crash in your basement?
'Cause anyone of us could make it big or could end up dead on the pavement
And if I was to die
If the plane went down and you survived
You ever wondered what your parents meant when they told you grandma's in heaven
'Cause I don't feel it like I did back then in a black sedan of depression
And everyone's alright, I could not afford to see the light

I don't know what's wrong with me, I killed the mood so naturally
The guests begin to make me feel alone

Same old song
We sing the same old song
We sing the same old, same sad song

In the braille where the top is black like a starving mouth for the answer
You said the boulevard was not that bad and they jacked our van with the instruments
In the broad daylight, they popped the trunk and left the keys behind
The cops pretend to care
I'll never see my mom's guitar again

I don't know what's wrong with me, I killed the mood so naturally
The guests begin to make me feel alone
The party has been done for hours
I'm laying on the bathroom tile spilling all my guts below the throne

Same old song
We sing the same old song
We sing the same old, same sad song
Same old song
We sing the same old song
We sing the same old, same sad song Writer/s: Jeremiah Fraites, Wesley Schultz
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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