This is the same sensation That makes people wanna pack up and ditch the state like Cam did I just can't do it I can't blame it on the place The scenery has never done me wrong A little trapped in the context of interpersonal history If it were up to me I'd erase all your memories I'm sick and tired of mattering I'm worn out and bored of the rinse, repeat There's no winning this race There's no finish line There's just the pain in your legs And the endorphins to help you ignore it And sure, it gets better before it gets worse And then better and worse and better and worse forever I know how this works I struggle coming to terms with a guilty conscience that haunts me If it were up to me I'd erase all your memories I'm sick and tired of mattering I'm worn out and bored of the rinse, repeat