I Want To Be Good

Tt gets over when you're old and grey and you throw the things

That meant a lot in cardboard boxes

Stoically stained with liquor marks and secret names

You can see yourself disappointed for the rest of your life

In the quicksand out in brooklyn

There's a kid on your street and he looks a lot like me

There are guns for the pain, there are drugs, there are bars

And in between the scars, you can refrain from breathing in

It's in vogue among your friends

You can see yourself disappointed for the rest of your life