They gave me hell these past few years
but I'm still standing still
On the corner of Holly Street

Rodney, sees the light before me
we put our sweaters on
for late night walks along

While his cigarette smokes
I look behind the sadness I had


[chorus]
high stakes, and solitude
Singing music about the blues

And hanging out with things to do
broken up between what we choose
We'll wait for the day to be gone

Then we can be who we are all along
like wanting to be batman
so we could just sing along


I remember when we wrote music at my parents house
Like not letting our friends do drugs or just having fun

Blue ribbon on my jacket, and yeah I still think about it
and sometimes I wonder how far I'll get to


High five from me to you.