Move me out and move away to a place that I could never call home
Unchaperoned down highways has become my life or what's left of me
Lure me in, then you'll throw me out
My heart was frozen cold last year
It gave me time to figure out what I'm doing here
Blow me up to slow my pace
You're not sorry about a thing
A dirty fuse in an old suitcase has more value than I could ever think
But can you feel the quaking in my head?
It'll rip right through my body, a tale of fraying threads
Make no mistake and come back here again
I'll say decaying in the wasteland
It wouldn't take too much to notice that Boston's just not the same
Will it ever be like then?
The atrophy has gotten to me and taken over way too fast, but I'd rather be alone than dead
It's not the same
No it's not the same
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Move me out and move away to a place that I could never call home
Unchaperoned down highways has become my life or what's left of me
Lure me in, then you'll throw me out
My heart was frozen cold last year
It gave me time to figure out what I'm doing here
Blow me up to slow my pace
You're not sorry about a thing
A dirty fuse in an old suitcase has more value than I could ever think
But can you feel the quaking in my head?
It'll rip right through my body, a tale of fraying threads
Make no mistake and come back here again
I'll say decaying in the wasteland
It wouldn't take too much to notice that Boston's just not the same
Will it ever be like then?
The atrophy has gotten to me and taken over way too fast, but I'd rather be alone than dead
It's not the same
No it's not the same
Unchaperoned down highways has become my life or what's left of me
Lure me in, then you'll throw me out
My heart was frozen cold last year
It gave me time to figure out what I'm doing here
Blow me up to slow my pace
You're not sorry about a thing
A dirty fuse in an old suitcase has more value than I could ever think
But can you feel the quaking in my head?
It'll rip right through my body, a tale of fraying threads
Make no mistake and come back here again
I'll say decaying in the wasteland
It wouldn't take too much to notice that Boston's just not the same
Will it ever be like then?
The atrophy has gotten to me and taken over way too fast, but I'd rather be alone than dead
It's not the same
No it's not the same
Writer: Ryan Dormois
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