I was thinking of Montana

I was thinking of Montana

I was remembering old days

before I had to change

my rough and rowdy ways

back when I was younger

when I used to have no fear

now life is just a burden

I can't wait to get on out of here

I was thinking of miss Susie

standing in her peasant skirt

natural as the autumn breeze

a memory that hurt

I can't help but remember

the way things used to be

before alcohol and cocaine

got the better of me

I was thinking about freedom

I was checking off the list

after everything, I've learned

freedom doesn't exist

I stay locked inside my memories

in a cell that you can't see

teased by non-existent tomorrows

and my fucked-up history