Is there a county line in this god damn state that's got a memory of something that I could relate to a future, a forecast, just anything better than this?
I don't believe in the karma that comes from your punches, but I wish that I could say I could hold onto something until morning, or next week. Until your time runs out.
I almost went back to that place today. The one that I used to live for. I realized that home was just four walls and you. And I don't need you anymore.
I will try to conceal me, but I can't throw away the key that unlocks what reveals me. No one understands the kind of man I am. So, I guess I'll just have to hold out here for you to pick up and start again.
But I can't hold on that long. I don't need to make amends. I won't re-write our song. I don't need to make amends. I won't fucking make amends.
I will try to conceal me, but I can't throw away the key that unlocks what reveals me. No one understands the kind of man I am. So, I guess I'll just have to hold out here for you.