I've been alone a lot
But it's okay
It's okay
Though,
I though I told you
Never phone the cops
They are not okay
They don't have any of our
Best interests at heart
I've been alone a lot
But it's okay
Should we take the bus or the old train?
Now you've disowned your hometown and your family
There ya go - another story of tragedy

After all the broken dishware your brother in law phones
Says he's going to come collect his sister, and take her somewhere unknown
And as the leash you tied the terrier up with breaks she begins to roam
But all the roads in this small town lead her home

i had grown like a weed
though all i wanted was to be a pressed flower in someone else's story
would anyone preserve my flesh to help scare off an untimely death
or will loneliness kill me with arms draped around my neck?

After all the broken dishware your brother in law phones
Says he's going to come collect his sister, take her somewhere unknown
Your approval ratings dropping nearly as fast as you dropped the ball.
Your arrogance and pride has made you small