Off the record, but I'm not on track
If I leave this town I might never come back
Ya, I'm not even lying
Get up again, this might feel like home
Sleeping in a bed that's not even my own
But I'll just keep trying
So what's it gonna take
All that's left is some booze and a suitcase
And now I think I'm better alone
These growing pains don't feel like my own
Fill my cup but now they're gone
Wish I could write a simple song
A simple song
Go through the pictures
Finding my face again
So unfamiliar, I've lost every trace of it
But I'll just keep trying
I hate that you were lying
So what's it gonna take
All that's left is some booze and a suitcase
And now I think I'm better alone
These growing pains don't feel like my own
Fill my cup but now they're gone
Wish I could write a simple song
What should I do?
What should I do?
What should I do?
What should I do?
What should I do?
What should I do?
When all I want is you
I hate that you were lying
But I'll just keep trying