Texty: Bones Brigade. I Hate Myself When I'm Not Skateboarding. Hands Off.

Staying out late, trouble knows my name.
skating away from security, it's a cat and mouse game.
slamming cokes and eating the pie.
one too many slices, you'll bust a gut and die.
go for broke, then slam down bad.
that's the price you pay for trying to get rad.
but i'll pick myself up, i don't need your help.
keep your hands off me, i'd rather be by myself.

a broken board and a long walk home.
sometimes i feel better being alone.
i'm so bored, looking for some fun.
the better you get to know me, the further you'll run.

sometimes i feel better being alone.

wake up at dawn just to skate the ramp.
girls get in the way, just a bunch of ramp tramps.
the session is rad, we all get gnarly.
so many of us it's like a private party.
later on that night, thrashers rule the scene.
acid drop off ramps in tight blue jeans.
just before i left i saw your face.
and i knew i had to get out of the place.

a broken board and a long walk home.
sometimes i feel better being alone.
i'm so bored, looking for some fun.
the better you get to know me, the further you'll run.

sometimes i feel better being alone.
just leave alone!