things really aren't that bad

what are you running from

he's not the only one
feeling cornered, giving up
telling me that you're done

you see no other way
Seattle sky's are grey
pack your things into your Honda

you drive away

heading east on i-90

put in a new cd
crime as forgiven
by Against Me!

and a mix of songs I wrote
when you left me broke
somethings never change


things really aren't that bad


no more wasting time
it's all on the line
fresh air, cigarette

no excuses why
you always blamed yourself
or your mental health

blackout drunk
at someone else's house


always a runaway