Lyrics
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?)