I look back at the mess you left inside my head I realize what a nervous wreck I actually am I swore I wouldn't die a tradesman like every other prick in the town that we grew up in who you'll probably end up with
I don't think about you anymore cause memories of you are like a treadmill, i keep running, but I'm not getting anywhere i'm not getting anywhere
if I'm not over this then why do I still roam for a better place to grow? not a backyard or my home. just grant me silence from your side of the county line I think you owe me that for kicking me when i was down
I don't think about you anymore cause memories of you are like a treadmill, I'm not getting anywhere now that we both understand, stay on your side of the fence (stay on your own side) say what you will, but I never asked anything of you (just like you wanted to)