This is the same sensation
That makes people wanna pack up and ditch the state like Cam did
I just can't do it
I can't blame it on the place
The scenery has never done me wrong
A little trapped in the context of interpersonal history
If it were up to me
I'd erase all your memories
I'm sick and tired of mattering
I'm worn out and bored of the rinse, repeat
There's no winning this race
There's no finish line
There's just the pain in your legs
And the endorphins to help you ignore it
And sure, it gets better before it gets worse
And then better and worse and better and worse forever
I know how this works
I struggle coming to terms with a guilty conscience that haunts me
If it were up to me
I'd erase all your memories
I'm sick and tired of mattering
I'm worn out and bored of the rinse, repeat
