2002 - Josh Freese

Never worked sad and slow

Should have been that long ago

I’ve been giving it

Everything I’ve got

We don’t talk about it much

It’s still too difficult to touch

Look me in the eye

And say it’s not

Well I want some answers

And I want to blame

Cause the streets around my house

They’re just not the same

And you, I promised in two thousand two

That I’d give this off to you

They say time, it heals things

It hasn’t yet and it still stings

We’re all wondering

Where the hell you went

Keeping my sunglasses on

I’m tired of being asked what’s wrong

Learned the hard way

About the permanent

Well it’s way too often

We still break down

From chasing your ghost

All over town

You, I promised in two thousand two

That I’d give this off to you

I promised in two thousand two

That I’d give this off to you