Well he packed up all his shit He split on a Sunday afternoon He left a note saying "you'll all be sorry" I swear to god it's true He's never going to admit you got the best of him You know he's not sorry now So sip that drink you're drowning in And you will never see his face again Leave your past on the cracked pavement It's a road you're never gonna have to walk again You never had a chance You know you never did So wish them all to hell and walk away from this Well he's got it figured out He hates this dead-end town Can't say I blame him Maybe I'll help him burn it to the ground Tear down the walls When it all falls apart let it crash and burn He packed his bags and went away Cut all his ties to end the day From the pain, from all the things That kept him in this place