Old Moon Meet New Lyrics

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, f*** 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 s*** 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 told I'm a d*** 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.