I am done spending all my money trying to find serenity
My chest was an oil drum full of rum and it was drowning my identity

I sold my guitar to buy myself some time but I don’t mind
No one knows my name and I barely got a dime but I don’t mind

I am done spinning out my wheels on a muddy road at night
It never occurred to me that I could leave and come back when the mud had finally dried

I sold my guitar to buy myself some time but I don’t mind
No one knows my name and I barely got a dime but I don’t mind
No I don’t mind
No I don’t mind

I am done pretending I’m not spending all my days on the run
I looked inside my state of mind and found a lake glistening in the sun

I sold my guitar to buy myself some time but I don’t mind
No one knows my name and I barely got a dime but I don’t mind
No I don’t mind
No I don’t mind.