New
Fell asleep in the driveway
Trying to sober up so I can go home
It doesn't feel like home anymore
But I've got nowhere else to go
So I'll stay outside on a street lit night
And I'll talk on the phone til the battery dies
I don't want to sleep yet
I've got a busy mind
I can't stick around
I'm still feeling pretty blue
I think I need some help
I'll move to Saint Paul
I'm in need of something new
To try to fix myself
Still awake at 5 AM
Go to work at 8 for a job I hate
It's a neverending cycle
And the money's fake
So I'll sell my shit and buy a new van
Then I'll make new friends and we'll start a band
I don't want to leave yet
I've got an aching heart
I can't stick around
I'm still feeling pretty blue
I think I need some help
I'll move to Saint Paul
I'm in need of something new
To try to fix myself
Have a mental breakdown
Take two tabs and sort through all the baggage
Then step outside to a sunlit day
And remind myself it's gonna be okay
I think I'm ready to move on
I can't stick around
I'm still feeling pretty blue
I think I need some help
I'll move to Saint Paul
I'm in need of something new
To try to fix myself
(I mean, are you really happy? Or are you really evil?)
Trying to sober up so I can go home
It doesn't feel like home anymore
But I've got nowhere else to go
So I'll stay outside on a street lit night
And I'll talk on the phone til the battery dies
I don't want to sleep yet
I've got a busy mind
I can't stick around
I'm still feeling pretty blue
I think I need some help
I'll move to Saint Paul
I'm in need of something new
To try to fix myself
Still awake at 5 AM
Go to work at 8 for a job I hate
It's a neverending cycle
And the money's fake
So I'll sell my shit and buy a new van
Then I'll make new friends and we'll start a band
I don't want to leave yet
I've got an aching heart
I can't stick around
I'm still feeling pretty blue
I think I need some help
I'll move to Saint Paul
I'm in need of something new
To try to fix myself
Have a mental breakdown
Take two tabs and sort through all the baggage
Then step outside to a sunlit day
And remind myself it's gonna be okay
I think I'm ready to move on
I can't stick around
I'm still feeling pretty blue
I think I need some help
I'll move to Saint Paul
I'm in need of something new
To try to fix myself
(I mean, are you really happy? Or are you really evil?)
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Writer(s): Seth Babbitt
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