Packing up old picture frames
As I tear these things down
I'll make sure to map out the ways
From this old fxcking town
And I can't recognize myself
I don 't see myself in any of the things I have
And I build this home with my bare hands
I've been working and sweating the tears, blood, and all that I am
My whole life and these years that I can't get back
No, I can't get back...
And they're 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
I just need some space to get my head straight
See, I just need some space to get my head straight
They start talking among themselves
Spreading rumors about my health
Everybody's wondering 'where are you going?'
'Why are you leaving?', 'how could you do this?'
I don't know... no, I don't know
Maybe I'm lying... okay, I'm lying
See, I just need some space to get my head straight
I just need some space to get my head on straight
I just need some space to get my head straight
See, I just need some space to get my head straight
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Straight
Straight
Straight
Straight
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Rumors