Call out every favor from old friends
Hope the offer still stands
I'm giving up, I've had enough
I can't take another month and I've been
Coming up short (coming up short)
Counting reasons to stay back
Found the spine you know I lack
On the floor of my empty apartment
If nothing turns out right
Always had the best intentions
No fault of best laid plans
A lonely country drive
Passing welcome state signs
Feel different every time
I'm sick of taking advice on shit you ain't even been through
Calling card I heard all my life
It comes back to this, I'm back to this
I've got this feeling in my head
Spinning round I sent out all the messages
That don't even get through
Sometimes I can't shake the memory
Of 16 and the places I'd rather be
I owe a lot to the anger inside of me
What the fuck is it worth to be content
When all you get is a quiet transition
The bullshit spit up by the wishing well
Pushing thirty and bound by the distance
Never wanted to be here anyway
If nothing turns out right
Always had the best intentions
No fault of best laid plans
A lonely country drive
Passing welcome state signs
I feel the pull with every mile
But I can't follow it
I'm sick of taking advice on shit you ain't even been through
Calling card I heard all my life
It comes back to this, I'm back to this
I've got this feeling in my head
Spinning round I sent out all the messages
That don't even get through
What's the point of moving on if every postal code
Eventually will get replaced by another?
Call again, got the wrong number
I don't live here, not anymore
What's the point of moving on if every postal code
Eventually will get replaced by another?
Call again, got the wrong number
I don't live here, not anymore
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I'm sick of taking advice on shit you ain't even been through
Calling card I heard all my life
It comes back to this, I'm back to this
I've got this feeling in my head
Spinning round I sent out all the messages
That never get through