Think about the place where you first met me No, nothing good starts in a getaway car We were flyin’, but we'd never get far Don't pretend it's such a mystery We're ridin' in a getaway car There were sirens in the beat of your heart Should've known I'd

Everything has changed It's taking up our time again Go back, we can't go back at all Do you remember that? When we get home, I know we won't be home at all This place we live, it is not where we belong And I miss who we were and the town we could call

When whoever's in New England is through with you And Boston finds better things to do You know its not too late 'cause you'll always have a place to go When whoever's in New England's through with you You spend an awful lot of time in Massachusetts

You've pushed me one too many times It's not that complicated and you ain't gotta believe They'll put me down in a hole before I let you succeed I've never been complacent, I can't afford to be I know you think you're special but you ain't nothin' I'm

She just wants to be somewhere She just wants to be Of the past Now is greater And she knows that It's not that she walked away Her world got smaller All the usual places The same destinations

When I'm not with you Nothing ever feels good When I'm not with you, I'm not me I'm not in control of what I do, it's not me When I'm not with you, it's not me I come back to the places where we found us I'm not in control of what I do We're somewhere in

Fuck me! I'm all out of enemies Spit it out All you wanna do is drag me down All I wanna do is stamp you out Did you never give a damn in the first place Maybe it's time you had the tables turned 'Cause in the interest of all involved I got the problem

When I'm not with you Nothing ever feels good When I'm not with you, I'm not me I'm not in control of what I do, it's not me When I'm not with you, it's not me I come back to the places where we found us I'm not in control of what I do We're somewhere in

My hopeless opus I've got this place That I've filled with empty space Oh I'm trying not to face what I've done I'm in this race and I'm hoping just to place Oh I'm trying not to face what's become of me Cherry bomb It's not a picture perfect life Not

I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin' I'll chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap It's not a place This country is to be a sound of drum and bass America, God bless you if it's good to you America please take my hand Can you help me underst- New