drove myself home last night
well before first mornings light
because this town and people around
build me up and beat me down
nothing seems to fit these feet
these ankles creek and these heels bleed
walking until I just can’t see
why I left my home and street
I wrote a song to sing to you
to put to words what I have learned
from crawling around these city sidewalks
to clawing these walls and hiding heated talks
drunk enough to not give a fuck
but I’ll be sober up soon enough
and the fucks will creep back up
I want to be someone I can trust
no more keys and cars and stars
ignitions and evenings of driving too far
burning my gas because I hate my past
nothing gets solved from not looking back
taking these feet to this shitty concrete
I’ll walk until these weak words seem complete
I’ll empty my savings and make my own way
everyday is just another day
stuck in this city this county this hole
this wicked existence that I call my home
these wide awake mornings and tired twilights
these extensive evenings and wild midnights
stuck in this feeling of being fucking stuck
when there’s so many means to leave
stuck in this feeling of wanting so much
when I already have what I need
I’m fuckin’ stuck.
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