I feel this is all too heavy for us
Right now I want to pack our bags and move to Mexico
Get the hell out of here
And who knows? Who really knows?
It’s best for us that we stay
Than be the clever kids we hate
An island in the canyon state
Are you the wall or the wave?
Maybe the warmth was not what you wanted
Let’s head north, find a spot and live in Ontario
Get the hell out of here
And I’m scared, I’m pretty fucking scared
I cannot believe this has happened again
We buckle at the seams we spit into the wind