So Far - Buckcherry

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

So far the mean machine hasn’t got the best of me So far

Think about what you know forget about what your told

See 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’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