celebrating easter all alone
you'd think I'd be used to it,
being on my own.
The pain never goes away,
I think it's here to stay,
I think I better go and run,
'cause stayin here aint' fun.

I feel the wind is movin...
I better go with the flow
leave my boxes in the rain
let em' grow some mold,
think I'll leave it all behind,
even my name.