Lyrics:

(Stare into it, bro)
(Bastards)
Handing out the cameras, so you can see what's up
Judging all the damage, the bruises and the cuts
Time was hard to manage, I keep becoming stuck
Chips were on your shoulders, already headlined the show
Least you kept in touch
I forgot your name
Baby please don't judge
You were still the same
All along, All along, I was here
All along, All along, here, I swear
All along, oh, you must've lost your damn mind
I'm afraid your wasting my time
Baby it's a long lonely night, without
Handing out the cameras, so you can see what's up
Judging all the damage, the bruises and the cuts
Time was hard to manage, I keep be-