greetings from asbury park Lyrics

I could move out to the boardwalk

I could start over again

I could delete my internet presence

And sever all ties with my friends

I could commit to the art form

I could start all of the trends

I could walk into the bank with a handgun

But you know how that story ends

I'm tired of picking my battles

I'm tired of fighting for love

I'm tired of seeing these fucking pigeons

But never a single white dove

I'm tired of burying people

I'm tired of swallowing blood

I'm tired of the scratches on all of my knuckles

When you motherfuckers have none