I just got home a month ago
It seems like everything that made this place seem just like home
Retracted somewhere far unknown.
I still wake up alone,
With my eyes glued to my cell phone
Tell my self I gotta go for broke
Until I figure all this out.
And now most days I sleep in, and I write about the weekend
And now two years later I'm doing alright.
But all my friends are leaving, wasting all the time that we spend.
I've never really been one for goodbyes.
Joey lasted ten months longer than anybody asked
I spent six months of my last semester waiting to get back
I wish I knew that I was coming home to a ghost town
'Cuz I couldn't handle one more let down.
Most nights i write about doing it wrong,
Now all i got left is a notebook of songs,
So i lay in my bed because everyone's gone
And I heard what you said.
But I guess I was wrong,
I guess I was wrong.
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