Too much time alone
Readin' Jack and drinkin' Kerouac, and starin' at my phone
Minutes pass, and cannot get them back
Another Saturday night
High as hell, wonderin' where you're at
Hopin' I might wake up soon
Just stuck within this state, must move

So I'm gonna run, run, run
Without a trace or sound
There goes the dreams cause now I'm dead
You're tellin' me leave this town
So darlin' don't wait for me
Trust me, I love you so
But fuck this cycle, I'm not comin' home

Me and all of my friends
Been down the rabbit hole a time or two
And I don't know how it ends
But I know that we'll make it through
As long as we go
The streets don't talk too well
I'm hopin' they don't take us soon
It's time that we make our moves

So I'm gonna run, run, run
Without a trace or sound
There goes the dream cause now I'm dead
You're tellin' me leave this town
So darlin' don't wait for me
Trust me, I love you so
But fuck this cycle, I'm not comin' home
Yeah, fuck this cycle, I'm not comin' home

I'm not comin' home
I'm not comin' home
I'm not comin' home