Well they resent me where I'm from Because I don't visit enough Which gets back to me so I don't stop by when I'm passing through And it's so cyclical You know I'm too visceral about All this backwards leverage I still hold Over no one but myself Well it's a complicated dynamic It's overstated, but I understate it Two knuckles deep in soil Gauging the life that's left in each of us Your flight's delayed again and You must know something that I don't When every little thing gets under my skin How could I expect to be cut loose from all my sins If there's some twisted balance in the stars Are we still buried for who we used to be? Do they resent you where you're from because you don't visit enough But the unsolved variable in their equation Is that you just can't fit anymore And you'd lay it all down in some Desperate ditch attempt if it meant for just one second's time that you'd feel whole Or at least more like yourself Or at least more like myself