Текст песни NEVER CALL HOME - GEAR

Losing track of my mantra
Running through life like Contra
Better to be battered and bruised awake
Than to be living unconscious

Started out good, just shining --
Now I see flecks in my diamonds
Spent my last 20 at the taqueria
Too broke to be flexing diamonds

Play it like she move on assignment
Devil may cry, no reason
Thought I was seeing a real one
Until she had me seeing my demons

Some of my boys weren't good enough
To be my sons -- what an Oliver Twist though
Talk slick, get touched like dirty nails to a cigarillo
On me

Loose lips sinking all of my ships
I've forgiven everything that you've done
But with as bad as my memory gets
From the alcohol, I could never forget

Nah I could never forget
How long 'til I only get the dial tone?
Too caught up in it, I never call home, nah

Running through life, I
Forget to call home, nah
Too busy to talk, gotta
Dead the convo, yuh

Hate that I'm jaded and never found gold
And going through things only me and God know