I knew a guy back when we went to high school together
He was the kind of guy that didn't really give a shit about you or your feelings
His name was Aspen, he rolled joints out of Bible paper
All dressed in black
And you don't even know the half of it
Aspen was the guy that broke into the gas station down the street
When we were only sixteen
Now I'm 20 years old and he's nowhere to be seen
Out in Colorado practicing his green thumb
One, two, three, four time zones away or somethin'
Death pact, save yourself
Death pact, save yourself
Death pact, save yourself
Save yourself
Save yourself
Save yourself
Save yourself
Save yourself
Death pact, save yourself
One time I decked him in the face when he looked me in the eyes
And told me he was my replacement
But now we're cool
One thing he taught me
Always be yourself or you'll never get anywhere
He made a death pact with himself
And you don't even know the half of it
Aspen was the guy that stole Pinkerton out of FYE
Just to give to me
He showed me all the doom metal bands that I listen to
We went and saw Sleep play in Washington, DC
If that's not punk rock then man you tell me
Oh shit
Death pact, save yourself
Death pact, save yourself
Death pact, save yourself
Save yourself
Save yourself
Save yourself
Save yourself
Save yourself
Death pact, save yourself