Lights shine on our parking lots
Empty Zellers
Suburban rot
Running past my house I thought
This wouldn't hurt
I guess not
But tonight I feel my voice shake
As I stammer out an uneasy take
Oh why does it have to end this way
How can anybody just stay
Oh
And when we wander from our cars
Will our bodies take us far
Or will we fall to the ground
Never to be found
Waiting here I'm waiting here I waiting here for you
Waiting here I'm waiting here for something to do
Unlimited endless anxiety
Who am I what will become of me
All I know is that I need to leave
But where will I go now where will I go now
Oh
Just leave
What's left of me
Leave
What's left of me
What's left of me