The voices in my head never do me wrong, so I'll listen to them instead
You were wrong about me all along, yeah, that's what she said
And I'm never going back to therapy, she broke my heart, she gave me clarity
And I'm never going back home until I burn down all of Ohio
Walking slowly down the street
Marching to my own beat
Eyeing cars as they pass
Slowly stepping off the grass
Crouching on the concrete
Guess my life could be complete
I'll tiptoe across the line
The painted boundary of alive
I walk in the middle of the road and hear the sound when the cars miss
But it's okay, they'll hit me next time because I'm an optimist