And I sing songs about the past.

How I was raised and I was thrown out on my ass,

Cause I didn't care.

About going to school.



And I saw the look in her eyes.

My mother nearly cried when I had told her that I had wanted to go,

Just to prove them wrong.



I've been smoking cigarettes since I was only fourteen,

Just to find an escape from this town that was so mean to me.



And I sing songs about my friends.

The way we grew up, and all the lose ends we used to laugh,

Cause we didn't give a damn.



And I saw the look in my brother's eyes,

When I told him I was leaving he couldn't help but despise me.

He's wanted out his whole life.



I've been smoking the green since I was merely sixteen,

Just to find an escape from this town that was so mean to me.



And I sing songs about the past.



I plead for relief,

This town won't receive

All the things that I want.

The things that I need.



And I'll beg and I'll beg.

I'm down on my knees.

Mama, oh mama,

Let me please leave



I plead for relief.

This town won't receive,

All the things that I want.

The things that I need.



All I ever wanted was love.