State Lines - For the Boats lyrics

You were well dressed Some kid called you "fresh to d**h" and I just left Through the back door thinking, "Oh hell, I wanna go home" It's like you never left, because your rotten stench is on my rotting breath And it's scaring everyone to d**h and off like a flame to the neck Like a lit cigarette, you're k**ing me with every breath And every breath's another regret You're a cigarette You're cancer in a f**ing stick And I'm sick of being chained down in this town Like everyone else around, hands in my pocket, always looking down I'm sick of overpriced books Sick of the cla**rooms filled with nothing but dirty looks I'm sick of hating everything. I'm sick of every song I'll ever sing But I know, yeah I know there's gotta be more Than all that surrounds me, all I abhor Like these frat kids in snapbacks with letters of their backpacks Sewn on like a f**ing badge Oh, please k** me Or just promise me that theres something more And tell me it's waiting out my front door I swear I would start today Oh, if only I could stop the rain