Rocky Votolato

Bottle rockets and smoke bombs lying dead on the sidewalk
Are black marks on the concrete now but they were beautiful last night
A picture of our life
Can we make this what it was
Everything is right, Everything is wrong
Sparklers only burn for so long
Tightrope walking balancing on a thin telephone line
The wind blows and you want to call it off, the cars below keep going by
And now you’re getting tired
Careful you’re gonna fall
Everything is right, Everything is wrong