Running Out Of Places To Go

This is for an audience of one at a time

So I'll sing it straight, I'll sing it loud

Don't keep it a secret, keep it elite

If only all your friends could see me now

How important are the words?

In one ear, already forgot 'em

So many metaphors it could sink the fucking ship

I'll see you all at the bottom

If there was a shotgun blast from my bedroom

And you were outside the window

Would you see a flash, or hear the sound?

Cause living out our dreams has been killing me

Did you hear it die, or is there no sound when no one else is around?

How important are the words?

In one ear, already forgot 'em

So many metaphors it could sink the fucking ship

I'll see you all at the bottom

I was running out of places to go

I was running out of reasons to stay away from here again

But it isn't over yet

Was it worth it, then?

Well, it sometimes can be

It's hard to see

But I think you're still my friends

I'd miss my bed, but I can't remember how it feels compared to yours or any other but thank you for letting me into your home

I'd miss my bed, but I can't remember how it feels compared to yours or any other but thank you for letting me into your home

(I was running out of places to go)

I'd miss my bed, but I can't remember how it feels compared to yours or any other but thank you for letting me into your home

(I was running out of places to go)

I'd miss my bed, but I can't remember how it feels compared to yours or any other but thank you for letting me into your home

(I was running out of places to go)