Drop Me off in Montana

Hands in your pockets, one step, two step
Pretty girls, pretty boys rushin' past you
All seem to know just where they're goin'
Hands in your pockets, just can't focus

How do you know we're all contemporary?
I think I maybe might be dead or dreamin'
Every passing, waking day I feel this
Place might be my cemetery, hmm

And what I never tell you
Because it's not that big a deal
Is that I feel
Like all my nightmares have
Never felt so real
That's because they're real
And people feel this way
It's just that nobody tells anyone
So drop me off in Montana and let me
Run

Lots of people here got anxiety
Johnny next to me, he's got depression
But Teacher only cares about first impressions
Not about Maisy's ADD, ooh

And what I never tell you
Because it's not that big a deal
Is that I feel
Like all my nightmares have
Never felt so real
That's because they're real
And people feel this way
It's just that nobody tells anyone
So drop me off in Montana and let me
Run

Let me run through the daisies and out through the snow
Let me chase my own daydreams and off I will go
Because not even jokes make me laugh anymore
So drop me off in Montana and let me
Go
Oh, oh, oh-ooh

And what I should have told you
Because it's kind of a big deal
Is that I feel
Like all my nightmares have
Never felt so real
And, God, they're real
And people feel this way
It's just that nobody tells anyone
So drop me off in Montana and let me
Run

Let me run
Let me run
Let me run