Where I'll Always Be
I can't stop dreamin of leavin
It's so cliche
I don't even leave my bed
But I imagine running away, away, away, away
I'm gonna leave the city
Move to a smaller town
I'll wait tables with a drawl
Know everyone around
But I'm not nice enough
To make a living on tips
And lord knows I'm too shy
To live on everybody's lips
So maybe instead
I'll get out of bed
And build a life I love here
I'll go and see the sequoias
Find a home out where
I'll live among the trees
And nobody will find me there not there not there nowhere nowhere
I'm gonna hug a redwood
And I'll drink from a creek
I'll go and forage for my food
And no one can call me weak
But I'm pretty weak
And I'm getting old
I get the flu biannually
And I guess I hate the cold
So maybe instead
I'll get out of bed
And build a life I love here
But if I'm unhappy from California to Tennessee
Maybe it's not the people or places
What I might hate most is me
Cause it doesn't matter
Where I go
It's where I'll always be
Even if I go on a crime spree
With a Clyde to love
We'll steal from all the rich
And be forgiven above, above I know we'll be forgiven above
The thrill of getting caught
Will light us every night
We'll live on nothing but the liquor, adrenaline, and fright
But for me and Clyde
I know our fates our bound
Our blood will flow down the gutter
In the center of our town
So maybe instead
I'll get out of bed
And build a life I love here
Hey maybe instead
I'll get out of bed
And build a lie I love here
It's so cliche
I don't even leave my bed
But I imagine running away, away, away, away
I'm gonna leave the city
Move to a smaller town
I'll wait tables with a drawl
Know everyone around
But I'm not nice enough
To make a living on tips
And lord knows I'm too shy
To live on everybody's lips
So maybe instead
I'll get out of bed
And build a life I love here
I'll go and see the sequoias
Find a home out where
I'll live among the trees
And nobody will find me there not there not there nowhere nowhere
I'm gonna hug a redwood
And I'll drink from a creek
I'll go and forage for my food
And no one can call me weak
But I'm pretty weak
And I'm getting old
I get the flu biannually
And I guess I hate the cold
So maybe instead
I'll get out of bed
And build a life I love here
But if I'm unhappy from California to Tennessee
Maybe it's not the people or places
What I might hate most is me
Cause it doesn't matter
Where I go
It's where I'll always be
Even if I go on a crime spree
With a Clyde to love
We'll steal from all the rich
And be forgiven above, above I know we'll be forgiven above
The thrill of getting caught
Will light us every night
We'll live on nothing but the liquor, adrenaline, and fright
But for me and Clyde
I know our fates our bound
Our blood will flow down the gutter
In the center of our town
So maybe instead
I'll get out of bed
And build a life I love here
Hey maybe instead
I'll get out of bed
And build a lie I love here
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Writer(s): Haley Bauser
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