Walking on the edge and I can’t comprehend.
You say you are there for me and you call me your friend.
You stop skating and you gave up the core.
I find you at parties laying smashed, smashed on the floor.
Walking on the edge. And I can’t comprehend.
Keep your act clean. Stay on the ball.
Don’t get caught slipping you won’t see us fall.
I’m the last of a dying breed.
The kids who «gave a fuck» gave up and took leave