Things really aren't that bad
What are you running from
He's not the only one
Feeling cornered, giving up
Telling me that you're done
You see no other way
Seattle sky's are grey
Pack your things into your Honda
You drive away
Heading east on I90
Put in a new cd
Crime as forgiven
By Against Me!
And a mix of songs I wrote
When you left me broke
Somethings never change
Things really aren't that bad
No more wasting time
It's all on the line
Fresh air, cigarette
No excuses why
You always blamed yourself
Or your mental health
Blackout drunk
At someone else's house
Always a runaway