good mornin'

used to be so fucking tough
we slept with knives behind our eyes
stayed out late and wandered all night
kept a reason to fight back then
fighting education and religion
familial ties and major decisions
anything to keep us on the streets
anything to keep our feet
a step ahead of the rest

now there’s something missing in my chest
this heart may beat
but too damn fast
and I can’t sort out or look back
catch my breath or beat this sense
that the good times are all but gone
and it’ll be harder from here on
there isn’t a single song
to describe how we feel these nights
divided and distant
tell me
do you miss them?

those nights we treated like days
those days we wasted away
the sunrises from the backseats
and the star lit skies on back streets
distant drives without destination
living with a vision

these days, we’re just living
alive like everyone else