When the corners of the map kiss
I'm really gonna do this
Before I wake up tomorrow morning
And throw it away

I tried to find your manifesto
On a library desktop
You commandeered for yourself in glory
And I'm in your way

You said
I know you, I hate you, I'm not what you're all about
I know that you're not gonna get it, so just get out
I don't have the answers, I just hate to go outside
Don't make it your life

I was spat out on suburban roads of San Diego
Into hedge maze and driveways alike
And I paced about it aimlessly to gain some ground
Without landmarks, with no end in sight

I have no map, no phone
Least of all a clue
Of where to go or what to do
Because I wrapped you up in ethos
When you shook the ground beneath us
And over-drafted faith in you

I used to think I trailed so far behind you
But you kept me optimistic on the tour
So I traveled to this mountaintop to find you
Just to shrug as you showed me the door

So I wandered round suburban roads in San Diego
As I tried and failed to find my flight back home
So you might feel disrespected, but I can't follow without directions
If you can't show me the way, I'll find my own