It's all just time passing, scribbled on the page.
One more shot, one more beer and our age...
Two years gone, nothing much has changed.
A pull brings your head up.
I wish I had the best intentions instead
of trying to try.
It's a scheme I had, a bad invention
...always liked it hard.
How many times have we been in this bar,
and played this game for hours, hmmmm?
One more shot, one more beer and we're stars.
Never thought that I'd get this far.
A pull brings you're head up.
What's gonna change? Who's gonna break?
