I'll try just to stay out
Of this decimated place
that left a bad taste in my mouth.
But when it's gone,
I feel my home is spaced away,
And I can't see where I've come from.
‘Cause weeks from now there's still today,
And I can't sweep it under the rug
Or find a different place to stay
‘Cause who I am is where I'm from.
I'll lie just to move on
From those empty holes
and the ones who chose
to stay back when I was gone.
And though those souls are seeking something
I can't chase,
I often wish we all could go back to the hope we've since erased
And wake up from our comatosal states
that we create to roam.
‘Cause who I am is who I've known.
I'll just run away.
I've got to find myself some better days.
I'll buy the things I hate
Just to replace my wasted motivation
spent to fill my plate.
But when I try to leave behind the things
that weigh me down
and keep me on these ropes,
they stick around like masking tape
I thought was in the garbage hole and tells me you'll be happy, wait.
‘Cause who I am is what I've owned.
I'll die just to get born.
It's hard to be brand new when the things I do are the things I did before.
But I will bomb my home and burn myself and kill
The things I've carried on my back.
So long those days are over
Black and charred, debris and ashes.
And I can feel new air fill up my lungs,
‘Cause who I am is a new one.

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