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Fly South
01:48
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I don't understand what
You're misunderstanding when
I tell you this place sucks and that I've had enough.
I'm failing to see
What you all fucking see
In this quiet noname town
'Cause I sure don't give a fuck about
Those hills that they call mountains
And all that stupid shit about
How this was our state's capital
Three hundred years ago.
And please don't get me started on
How there's nothing to do on a Friday
Except drink myself into a fucking stupor
I think I better go
I'll leave you guys alone
I've got better shit to do
I think I might be better off
I think I might be
Better off at greener pastures
I think I might have
Overstayed my welcome
So I'm headed off to greener pastures.
Please don't get me wrong
I don't want to offend anybody
Except all the ones that stood and watched me drowning
Sure, there's still a handful of people I still love
But they've got shit to do
So I might as well get lost.
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I've come to realize
That I'll never be as cool as you
You think it's sad,
but I'm really okay.
Everybody's at the bars
Doing grown-up shit.
I'd rather just play Tetris all day.
I don't understand this stupid rush
To grow the fuck up
When I'm perfectly fine
With the way that things are.
It kinda sucks
That you had to go and grow the fuck up
Call me later and
Tell me how accomplished you are.
'Cause I'm staying put.
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I've finally told myself
That I can't fucking take this anymore
It's time to pull my ass up off this floor.
I've spent the last few months
Just drowning myself
In poisonous mixtures
of water and grain.
Just to numb my brain.
I hate the town I live in
I would rather not call it my home
I think it's best for me to just move along.
Don't see much room for me
In this cookie-cutter bullshit
Not trying to sound like a pompous dick.
But home is where you fit in best
And it's really so much more than an address
It's where you find yourself to be the happiest
So get me out of here
If you don't like what you're hearing from me
Please get out of my life
'Cause chances are
If you feel that way
You really don't know what else there is
Waiting outside for you
It's waiting outside for you
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4. |
Forget My Name
00:53
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I never got an apology
For what you did to me
I never quite
Got over everything you said to me
And maybe I was wrong for
Thinking we would maybe last
But you know me
In the months that followed after
I was far from ever sober
I made some dumb decisions
But I got to finally figure out
Who my real friends are
The others couldn't be bothered
With the shit that was on my mind
My advice to you is
Forget my name
And fuck you
For making me think
I'm the one to blame.
Now I'm doing better
With my friends to thank
For paying off my bar tab
and loosening the noose
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