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Astoria
It’s been 11 months and I’m still here
Fighting with the same desires I had back then
I’ve erased all realities
I’m only living in memories
Of times I lost back when
Once in awhile I look around
And the more I realize I don’t belong here
And it’s hard for me to live with these thoughts alone
So tell me what do I do
To get the courage to leave
This God forsaken place you make me call home
I got the keys to the car
And some cds I’d never live without
A bottle of tap water
Knowing I should know better
But this place is killing me slow
What happens if I don’t look left?
I keep driving straight and won’t turn corners
What happens if I don’t look back?
Will you remember me?
Well I’ve gotten sick n tired of going straight down by the water
I’m sick n tired of goodbyes forever
So don’t forget me, I won’t forget you
And what happens when I don’t look left?
I’m tired of being able to say that I cried last night
When darkness sits on my window
And I’m losing myself in this mess
It’s been too long now
And it scares me to death
All I think about is getting out of here
Before I lose myself completely
It’s been 11 months and I’m on edge
With everything eating away at me
I’ve got lists of things I wanna do
Secrets I’d never let you know
I’m living in Astoria but I’m not even there
I’m passed the border but I’m sitting right here
Why can’t I slow down?
Don’t look left
I’m ok with letting go
Don’t look back
I’m not holding on to much anymore
I’m so tired of pretending that I know what happy is
Tired of…, I’m so tired
But I can’t forget you
What happens when I don’t look left
The ‘why am I here?’ feeling is getting all too familiar for me
I gotta leave this place before it takes away every part of me
I’ve already quit my job
I’m already in my car
I’m down my way south
In the middle of traffic and all
I’m living in Astoria but I’m not even there
I’m passed the border but I’m sitting right here
I’m already dreaming
I need to wake up
What happens if I forget to look left?
Turn the car a little before hand
What happens if I forget to look back?
This is where I came from
But then again I can’t stay here any more
But I can promise I will always look back
At who I once was and know
why I'm here.
