Walking under the power lines
Will keep your thoughts buzzing in your ear
And getting lost on familiar streets
Trying to walk off the memories of the last year
And finding comfort in the worst things
Cigarettes and sleeping pills and being alone
But your shrunken lungs and your atrophy
Can’t shake away that feeling of wasting away
But if I’m walking out that door
Then please, please, please, let me go
'Cause I don’t have the strength to fight anymore
And I’m already gone
And I’m already gone