Lyrics: Buckcherry. 15. So Far.

I'll tell you how the stories told
Come on, oh

I'll tell you how the stories told
I always wanted so much more
And way on down the road
I caught a glimpse of the sunlight

Working on my favorite thing
Using every piece of me
Drinking, and smoking
And fucking and making nothing

I didn't do it for money
I did it all for free
I did it all to fill the fucking hole
Inside of me

So far it's working out
Everything's different now, so far

Think about what you know
Forget about what your told
She how your story grows
And let it come from your own mind

Do all your favorite things
Cover it with all your dreams
Breathe it, and smoke it
And fuck it and make it something

I didn't do it for money
I did it all for free
I didn't it all to fill the fucking hole
Inside of me

So far it's working out
Everything's different now, so far
So far the mean machine
Hasn't got the best of me, so far

I'll tell you how the stories told
I always wanted so much more
And way on down the road
I caught a glimpse of the sunlight

I didn't do it for money
I did it all for free
I didn't it all to fill the fucking hole
Inside of me

So far it's working out
Everything's different now, so far
So far the mean machine
Hasn't got the best of me, so far

So far it's working out
Everything's different now, so far
So far the mean machine
Hasn't got the best of me, so far