Rumors

Packing up old picture frames
As I tear these things down
Ill make sure to map out the ways
From this old fxcking town
And I cant recognize myself
I dont see myself in any of the things I have
And I build this home with my bare hands
Ive been working and sweating the tears, blood, and all that I am
My whole life and these years that I cant get back
No, I cant get back...
And theyre gone now
I said I just need some space to get my head straight
I just need some space to get my head on straight
They start talking among themselves
Spreading rumors about my health
Everybodys wondering 'where are you going?'
'Why are you leaving?', 'how could you do this?'
I dont know ... no, I dont know
Maybe Im lying... okay, Im lying
See, I just need some space to get my head straight
I just need some space to get my head on straight