I've been keeping track of everything Notes and maps of where I've been Somehow I've always found I way to sleep through unfamiliar sounds I lost myself in FM airwaves And found a way to keep my mind straight I'm living well, at least in my head And letting go of what you said Everybody come a little bit closer Everybody sing a little bit louder We run this town tonight So keep your fingers crossed Hide them behind you back I'll hold my breath And let you fill the room With smoke and mirrors Things look clearer Just don't panic So chase your words With your tongue Cause you can't avoid me now I lost track of the little things The cliques at home And the guilt they bring Somehow I figured out How well you keep your secrets now I guess I'll keep it on the tip of my tongue Another verse that won't be sung Is bitterness supposed to taste this sweet to me? Lights out Poughkeepsie You'll be just fine without me Tell me the stories when I get home