It's quiet now, but it seems to me that Without the noise, I'll create something. Cause it turned out to be a long, long, long time, And I'm feeling so gone. It turned out to be a long time, And I'm feeling so... Oh, whatever... So jaded, complaining. Oh, whatever... Sounding old and full of shit. It's calm right now. That's how I want it to be. And that house torn down is where I'm going.