Pollard

I know, here it goes: talks on Tim's porch, am I stuck?
Oh no, I never know do real friends grow old or get fucked up?
Left on cruise control (just like going slow while I can)
Shit shows, mobile homes, five bucks, long walks to the van
When you see I'm going out again, do you wonder where I've been?
Yeah so, laying low: that's all we wrote, that's tough luck
Stone's throw even though moved out, moved far where I'm from
When you hear I'm coming home again, do you wonder where I've been?