I spent so much time trying not to lose my mind
That I didn't even realize
When it finally happened
But here I am
Smoking the filter of a menthol
And crying in the driver's seat,
For a forty minute ride
To no where
Cause I can't sit still anymore

All of the friends who used to
Drink cheap beer
on the floor of my bedroom
Have people who'd cry
If they didn't come home tonight
My coworkers are
there for their children,
I'm just trying to make rent for one
And no one would know if I didn't come home tonight

No one would call if I drove forever
So why do I feel so tied
to this place?