Don't talk me outta this
Last trick of the bold
This don't feel like family
Doesn't feel like home
It's late but you wanna know - How far will I go?
Don't make this out to be
Pity chaperone
I've got bigger plans
Than watch you be alone
It's fair that you wanna go - And I will try not to follow
Want it more this time
Want it to be zipped up, put together now
It's run it's course, Fell apart and now we
Ignore all the signs
Dole it out but fail to see That nothing's right
Die to make sure we look alive
Buried in your town
(I am packed, I am leaving)
No one left to hold you down
(Don't look back, I'm never coming home)
A martyr in my soul
(All our friends say I'm dreamin)
Not enough to let you go
(In the trees I don't care at all)