My keys in my pocket
My suitcase is packed
On a mission to nowhere and I'm not coming back
My hands, they are shaking
I'm sure that will stop
Rather take off running than stay here and rot
I gave it my all and I've got nothing left
The weight from this town pulls the air from my chest
I promise to write and send souvenirs
But I will be gone in the morning
Your keys on my nightstand and your suitcase the floor
I may not be the first to say I'm leaving
But sure enough I'm bound to hit the road
All my heirlooms are empty
You will have to watch me go
You should've seen the light go out in your eyes
When you finally caught on to the words I'm softly screaming
The right ones all along
You should've seen the light