…til the days are over // how many days til the day I die // how many days will I see you sober // how many days will I see you cry //
Seemed like yesterday.
That was right before it all blew up. Good times. I remember being scared things wouldn’t happen. So many years of just trying and not succeeding. You get used to nobody showing up. And then something changes. You start to believe for whatever reason. And like magic you see the heads start reppin.