This is my town.
Where I’ve worked, studied, hooked up, hung out.
This place that takes and takes,
Narrow people with narrow minds,
This is my town.

This is my town.
Where I’ve loved, where I’ve hated.
Where I came back,
Instead of staying at college, growing.
It closing in on me.
This is my town.

This is my town.
My friends have moved on,
Escaped childhood.
Became adults.
Real adults.
Not the adults that love art, study French,
Not the adults who paint, or sing, or play,
You know, real adults.
This was my town.

This was my town.
I’m moving on.
I’ll give up my town.
I’ll give up my childhood.
But I will never be a real adult,
if that’s what it means to be one.