I said f*ck it, you're coming out tonight Though the way to your place Is a route I forgot Muscle memory Maybe just remind me of the address? It's prime real estate at the foot of the mountain And right on the corner Two haunted houses Tearing them down Just to give the neighbourhood a facelift Well thank you for the metaphor Centuries pass me by I'm getting older than everyone I memorized Still on the bathroom floor after midnight Spilling my guts Saying enough for the both of us I'm skipping town at the first chance I get The street where I live houses all my regret There's a wall on the left side To block out the sounds of the highway A waste of city property Centuries pass me by Why am I taller than everyone who broke me? Still at the baseball field after midnight They keep all the lights on It's nice when I'm the only one around