Old moon meet new

If I try out and I make it,
should I bail or play it fake? How deep should I look
into things? What kind of
chances should I take? In a
world of new additions, fuck
yeah I've made some bad
decisions. Somewhere along
the feeling grew up, who'd of
thought you'd show up? I
pulled in to a new driveway
last night and I think that I
could get used to it. You
fool, square tool, think of
where you been, all the shit
you did, and how you never really got used to it. It
only takes you but a little
while. A strange attraction
to a smile. Until old
exploits are explored and it
starts to feel like work. I
have been I'm a dick cause I
scratch when I itch. I can't
let go. It's safe to say I
get in, I get out, and you
shouldn't have to get used to it.