I'm not a hometown hero.
I'm a hometown bum.
I can't focus on moving forward.

I'm too busy looking back on where I came from.

I've been feeling lately like I haven't been myself.

I'm stuck in a routine and I need something else,
cause after 5 years' worth of student loans all
I have to show is this:

a modest paycheck, a tucked in polo and a mile-long to-do list.
I $#&@ing hate it.


I've spent my whole life searching for an easy way out.
I finally realized that will never be an option.
So I grit my teeth and just keep going.

I'll grit my teeth and keep throwing myself at the door.

In the meantime, I'll forget about my problems.

I'll drink 'til they're all gone,
while I wait for Sunday afternoons when football games are on.
I'll give thanks for the Food Network and for pretty girls.

I'll give thanks for friends and singalongs and
everything in the world that helps me remember:
it's not so bad.


I've got a good thing going here.
I'll keep it close and face my fears