2006

70 miles from home and I'm not on my way I think I'd rather be anywhere else than corners Spinning as I lay in the side of your bed You allow me to, and listen to you breathe 'Cause your air is mine So, I'll try and try, and try not to think of the carpet I could sleep on back in 2006 Back in 2006, when I didn't feel shit instead of bleeding for you Break my bones 'cause my marrow is yours, yours, yours Yours, yours Yours, yours 70 miles from home and I want to go back to everything I hate The subway's crawling with bugs, and my mouth's full of moths And I'm showing up late I never learned how to fill all those boxes in my calendar But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter My days are yours, yours My days are yours, yours Anyway, I don't want you to give a fuck about me You, you can't see You should go to sleep You should let me be Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!