We still live in the same town, don't we? but i don't see you around anymore. I go to all the same places, not even a trace of you, i think your days are numbered at 24 and i'm getting bored waiting round for you, we're not getting any younger, and i won't look back 'cause there's no use, it's time to move forward. I feel no sympathy, you lived inside a cave and you barely get by the rest of us, you're trying, there's no need to apologize, i've got no time for feeling sorry! I tried not to think of what might happen when your reality finally cuts through. Well, as for me, i got out and i'm on the road, but the worst part it that this could be you. You know it too and you can't run from your shame, you're not getting any younger and the time is passing by, but you waited awake, it's time to roll over. And all the best lies, they are told with fingers tied, so cross them tight, 'cause won't you promise me tonight and if it's the last thing you do, you'll get out! :)