I meant it when I said you'd break my heart.
It's already chipping and fraying.
How could it not when you know it's already so?
How could it not when the fray began to unravel before you even tied the last knot?

I meant it when I said I've outgrown home.
My bed feels small, the stars don't shine like they do
Far away from here,
Where no one knows my name.

And I can't help but think that ending us is only
The beginning of me.
It's the start of cutting my ties to anything
Serious and real here.

I promise cutting you loose isn't going to hurt
More than a pin *****.
I am not the one to rip your heart out;
I'll just bruise it slightly.

How could we get started when the end was in sight?
Why did we think it wouldn't hurt?
Why does my bed feel small?
Why do the stars not shine?

You're all I have left here.
I'm done looking for someone to kiss me beneath the stars.
I'm done wanting someone to love me so badly it hurts.
It hurts knowing you won't.

You're all that's really keeping me around.
I'd be gone tomorrow if I could.
I'd slip out my back door
And sleep on the plane as I fly away.

Why does my bed feel small?
Why does my heart yearn for cities?
I realized a guy would never make me feel infinite,
But letting myself go out on my own would.

I used to believe love would fill me up,
That it would pour over my edges onto the floor.
I used to think a commitment and lips on mine
Would somehow make me forget what freedom tastes like.

Freedom tastes nothing like your lips.
It feels like cold city air coming out of them.
It tastes like blood in my mouth
Because I had a sample of freedom and now I want more.

I'm here for now;
This is my home.
But you cant fill me up the way freedom would.
You can't be that for me.

Home is where my heart is.
It is not with you.
I forgot it in a city where no one knows my name.
I forgot it when I realized I didn't need you to say my name anymore

My bed feels small.
Your lips don't taste like freedom.
The stars don't shine as much
Because I'm ready to give them a run for their money.