Still Tryin' Lyrics

You grew your roots under the floorboards

You raised your hands to the sky

I ran away, always was laughin'

And then I couldn't make you stay

Chitter chatter girls all runnin' 'round, yeah

Their pitter patter hearts make me mean

So I got bored, got loose and left, yeah

The solid ground holdin' me

But I'm still tryin'

To hold on

To hold on

To hold on

You were ripe for pickin'

Yeah, I was a chicken shit

Couldn't even go a day

All of your peaches, just beyond reachin'

The pink-lit sky turns to gray

One last cigarette, and I am out of here

A flicker of red decay

Tell me one more joke, I'll smile if I can

And be your personal ashtray