it’d be a shame if my house burnt down
i’d gather my friends in a circle
we’d sit in the yard, swapping old stories
the kind you forget when you’re sober
and someone would ask you, "What now?"
but I’d shrug it off and change the subject
i’m not ready to name just what I’m losing yet

but I don’t think I’m ready to leave,
this town’s got its hands wrapped tight around me.
the peeling paint, the coffee stains,
the cracks in the wall where the sunlight stays.
and I don’t want to pick up the pieces
of something I’m scared to, or something i'd swear to leave behind

it’s getting late, and the streetlights buzz
throw shadows across the driveway
someone plays a tune on their old guitar
the same three chords, but I don’t mind
i’m staring at the smoke in the sky
trying to read the shapes like I’m eight again
everything’s got a way of dissolving
and I’m not sure just what to make of it
i think I'll sit-

maybe someday I’ll pack my bags
fill the tank, drive west until the roads run out

but I don’t think I’m ready to leave
this town’s got its hands wrapped tight around me
the peeling paint, the coffee stains
the cracks in the wall where the sunlight stays
and I don’t want to pick up the pieces
of something I’m scared to, or something i'd swear to leave behind

it’d be a shame if my house burnt down,
but maybe it’s the push I need
i’d gather all my friends, say goodbye for now,
and hope they remember me

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