Why do I do this to myself?
I know I'd rather be anywhere else
I know you don't always get what you want, just once it'd nice to leave my old haunts
I want to take something and shake it, make it unholy
And burn the records, and maybe still get off scot-free
I'm driving northwest through the state
I'm all packed up, not a day too late
I'm keeping the promise I made to myself, I'd go somewhere new, become someone else
I want to take something and shake it, make it unholy
And burn the records, and maybe still get off scot-free
I say I'll leave in a year or two, but there's always something keeping me near you
It's finally right I stood up and left, if time is the prize then this is a theft
I want to take something and shake it, make it unholy
And burn the records, and maybe still get off scot-free
I'll find new futures, a life up there among the trees
And I could lose myself and find out what's been haunting me