I can´t tell you where I´ve been, but I hope to God you know. I want to run away from this. Fuck California, it´s just the safest place I know; where everything is making sense. So get me out of here and I will take this to my grave, yeah, that´s my dream. You took me out to make a point. I made damn sure you missed your flight. I´ve got more lines to write about you when you´re gone. Because see, this CD has got me lost and songs won´t ever save my life. Just send those post cards to make it known that you won´t take to heart all the ways I´ve lost, because I´m gone now and I´m trying not to change. When everything I want to sing is just wasting breath; I´m a liar, but I´m working on my ways. I swear some day when I´ve got a way to change my life, I´ll be a singer with a throat; and I won´t fuck up all these lines. But that´s a hope, yeah that´s all I´ll ever be. You used to have your faith in all my words, but now you´re killing all of me. I lost my voice, and then my mind. I wrote a book of all my thoughts that could take me from my life. I had to fight to stay alive, because if I make it through the night then I just swear I could survive. So where´s your head, and all your heart? I´ve got a plan to make this work, but I can´t bring myself to try. I´ll take this slow. I´ll make you move. I know you can hear me screaming because it´s all I ever do