Don’t wanna be here
I feel alone with everyone
This is the first year
But still I play the second son
Falling in a line
I waited
In a line
I waited
The season’s in a crawl
I’m waiting for the final leaf to fall
Go get your bags packed
I’ll probably see you on the run
I’m right behind you
Fast as a bullet leaves a gun
Am I here again
With an empty hand?