The Soccer Journals

I've been watching that one scene

From The Basketball Diaries over and over again

And I'm thinking that it could've been me

If I had just made a different turn instead

I'm feeling like I dodged a bullet

But I walked into another line of fire

Sure it didn't kill me

But goddamn, if it hasn't been hurting for a while

And I'm sorry if I'm being too pushy

I'm sorry if I'm coming off insane

I just need someone to turn to

When all my friends figure out I'm not worth their time of day

So if you could just respond once that would be great

And it's a felony in Florida to own a fake ID

So tell me, am I guilty if I change, if no one is near me

And if I'm guilty, baby tell me that you're not guilty too

'Cause if I'm doomed to being locked up

At least let me think that I knew you

Let me think that I knew you

I'm fishing into the zeitgeist, and I'm only pulling out clichés

I can't shake this empty feeling that I'm an actor on a setting stage

I'm seeing white, and I am not sure how much longer I can go

Reimagining old faces, faces you already know

And it's a felony in Florida to own a fake ID

So tell me, am I guilty if I change, if no one is near me

And if I'm guilty, baby tell me that you're not guilty too

'Cause if I'm doomed to being locked up

At least let me think that I knew you

Let me think that I knew you

Watch Carroll bang on the door frame

Reduced to sobbing and his mother's name

And maybe in the next hit he can find himself a little bit and fix this

God knows I feel the same

And it's a felony in Florida to own a fake ID