Mexican Guitars

You were an old friend

The kind I could confide in

And drink with on random neighbors' porch steps

Our glossy eyes painted portraits of the streets

You were an old friend

That covered up your innocence

With five tattoos of all the bands you loved in high school

The ones you said that I had to listen to all the time

I did what I did to get away from this

Cause everything that's happened has left me a total wreck

And everything that I do now is meaningless

So I'm off to wander around the world for a little bit

Without one hundred channels with nothing on the TV

And the great pessimistic unknown

So does anyone know the best way to go?

Which road that I could take to get to Mexico?

Cause I'm so sick of living in this ditch

With only the memory in the back of my head

I'm on cruise control and the radio was on

Yeah, they were playing that song

That we both learned on our Mexican guitars

I'm on cruise control and the radio was on

They were playing that song

That we both learned on our Mexican guitars

You were my old friend