The only time I see you is when we're in a crowd,
you're with you're friends and I'm
with mine, the musics bumpin' loud.
You used to be the girl that didn't go out on the town,
Now you have these crazy nights on instagram you post about
After the neon smoke, on the midtown strip.
When I'm home alone, you're out with your friends.I still get tore up, I still get tore about it (up about it)
I still get tore up, I still get tore up (about it)
I still get tore up, I still get tore up about it(up about it),I still get tore up about it up about it up about it up about it
Uh, Yeah we ain't as young as we once was.
Back when I had no tattoos, no ID to get in clubs.
We walked broadway lookin' at the
lights and night life that we never seen.
Breathing in those toxic fumes from busses sittin' on 2nd ave.
Trying to sneak into the spots where
all the big boys used to roam around.
I was 130 pounds soakin wet but I felt like Zeus when you was around.
A long way from those county roads
and a small taste of that city life.
Sweet smell of that Jack Daniel's on cigarette smoke and neon lights.
With L tracks in the background comin' from a country cover band and
a homeless lady on a street corner
killin' it when she plays that violin.
Johnny and June on them alley walls that we slapped up way back when
We didn't know shit of our life just
6 months in from havin' our license.
And If these words were polaroids these pictures would be priceless.
These thoughts up in my head keep replaying 'cause their timeless.
So whenever you ride up on the town
choose through the times that we had
But the frames I'd like truth down the strip our music, I feel bad.I still get tore up, I still get tore about it (up about it)I still get tore up, I still get tore up (about it)
I still get tore up, I still get tore up about it (up about it)
I still get tore up about it up about it up about it up about itUh, Yeah not as young as we was right.
Now I've been kicked out of every bar
except the one I'm sitting in tonight.
I had about 12 drinks and 2 shots
now I'm in the back alley smokin' pot.
Put a stone cold into a fist fight
with some jockey dudes who get roughed up.
But it's all good that Jack Daniel's got me fucked up it's always.
I'm gonna leave this thing on strip
it lookin' like I fought a saw blade.
Got alcohol on my white suede,
car parked on broadway no pretty lady in the
passenger 'cause the dumb choices that I made.
I start the Chevy it's always her soI'm bumpin' through them sound waves.
One bullet in that pistol Smith and Wesson come take the pain away
I talk to my drunk self and tell my sober self I can't take me
so I pull the gun on my other half like why you always blamin' meI still get tore up, I still get tore about it (up about it)
I still get tore up, I still get tore up (about it)
I still get tore up, I still get tore up about it (up about it)
I still get tore up about it up
about it up about it up about it