Too much time alone Readin' Jack and drinkin' Kerouac, and starin' at my phone Made it fast, and cannot get them back Another Saturday night High as hell, wonderin' where you're at Hopin' I might wake up soon Just stuck within this day, must move So I'm gonna run, run, run Without a trace or sound There goes the dreams cause now I'm dead You're tellin' me leave this town So darlin' don't wait for me Trust me, I love you so But fuck this cycle, I'm not comin' home Me and all of my friends Been down the rabbit hole a time or two And I don't know how it ends But I know that we'll make it through As long as we go The streets don't talk too well I'm hopin' they don't take us soon It's time that we make our moves So I'm gonna run, run, run Without a trace or sound There goes the dream cause now I'm dead You're tellin' me leave this town So darlin' away from me Trust me, I love you so But fuck this cycle, I'm not comin' home Yeah, fuck this cycle, I'm not comin' home I'm not comin' home I'm not comin' home I'm not comin' home