Loyalties
I woke up on the fourth of July, baby. But the fireworks don't mean the same thing anymore. You moved out to find yourself dreaming in the backseat. Your promises via letters they try to reassure me.
I know where your loyalties lie, somewhere in Los Angeles. I know where your loyalties lie, somewhere down in New York City.
We used to get drunk together. We never gave a fuck together. I buried your memory like an old friend on the side of the road.
Writer/s: Jamie Otfinoski, Jeff Wielk, Kurt Zikaras, Paul LaBosky
