Point of View
Hate everything that I do, it's a poor excuse for a bad attitude
But I’m trading in my blues, for a bright new pair of concrete shoes

They'll take you so far from who you are, you'll forget about feeling sad
And make it easy on everyone who’s just trying to relax

Fell into the sidewalk, just before the gun went off
Someone called the cops, they arrived too late or not at all

It's such a perfect time to fall into somewhere you belong
Back to the ground you sprouted from

I can't forget about you, even if I wanted to
I still need your point of view and I don't know what to do