Last Train Home

Remember June in the back of the bus?
Those cold winds that drove you nuts, what we said? We wrote?
"Magic marker never lies". Yet it did. Fuck promises. I failed again.
Hell, 99 just wasn't the year for ben and his friends and the crush of the year that ends in this town I'm in.
Let me pack my shit and begin. Leave this town burning bridges

I know. Burn deep down.
Then take the last train home. Help me learn to embrace this state of emotion I'm in.
Mom and pop always said "there's beauties around on every block". Fuck that.
Go pack your bags my lovers, next stop ahead "state of mind". This just might be the last safe night here, for the hills to the last train home.