I traded my home town
For a city who never met me

Found out "the past"
Isn't a place you can escape
It's a state of mind
You could leave it all
Behind,
Get up
And just drive
But the parts that
Are left in your head
Are the parts that will survive
And they will dance around your bed
Until your thoughts are dead

I wake up some mornings
And all I want to do is vanish
Into my sheets
So I sleep
And I sleep
And I sleep
For as long as I can
But I guess
There is just no amount of rest
That can cure you from feeling
Tired of your life