(Way back home)
(Way back home)
I'm not from Texas
But people say that I would like it
Problems too far gone
Chasing new horizons
Lately this city feels much smaller than it should
And if I could choose to be happy, don't you think that I would?
Don't go calling me crazy
We've all been feeling it lately
If I turned off my location
Would you even know?
Time is wasted
Love this f*cked up generation
I can't find my sense of patience
Love this f*cked up generation
I can't find my way back home
I can't find my way back home, anymore
I like my coffee with sugar
I try to pray before I eat
No, I wasn't raised religious
Makes it harder to believe
And my friends got better plans anyway
White picket fence and a wedding ring
One dog, three kids, two cars
Everybody makes life so hard
Don't go calling me crazy
We've all been feeling it lately
If I turned off my location
Would you even know?
Time is wasted
Love this f*cked up generation
I can't find my sense of patience
Love this f*cked up generation
I can't find my way back home
I can't find my way back home
Would you even know?
Burnt down the house and hit the road
Would you even know?
I crashed my car, broke all my bones
Would you even know?
Do shit to regret it
Like I never should have said it, forget it
I start screaming
You start screaming
Can't stop screaming
I start screaming
You start screaming
Can't stop screaming
And I can't find my way
And I can't find my way back home
And I can't find my way back home
Time is wasted
Love this f*cked up generation
I can't find my sense of patience
Love this f*cked up generation
I can't find my way back home
Way back home