I’m not about to forgive myself 
cause this is the best thing that I have ever done
Pack a bag and catch the next train out
but I’ll be sure to call to let you know I’m gone 

there must be something in the water, beneath these streets
I’ve been waking up with last night fresh on my breath 
but funny thing is, I don’t seem to mind 

I keep talking shit about the place where I grew up
but I’m still living here so does that mean I have yet to reach the top?
Twenty or so years of breathing refreshed air
could make the sanest lungs collapse