Well, I forget when I began
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Oh, swimming in the sand
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I guess it hit me with a man is just a man
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So I tried to get some truth
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Outta these clothes that I outgrew
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I cut my way to the back of the line, and I found you
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But I know you don't see me like before
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But you'll never catch me walkin' out that door
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And I've been living here for years
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But there's a stranger in the mirror
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Well, it's a rat race baby, making money off of what we feared
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And to the kids who have some words
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About my friends or about her
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Why don't you step out of the ghetto, say exactly what you learn
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'cause we ain't taking their shit anymore
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That's why you'll never catch me walkin' out that door
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I wanted to be all the things that you adore
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I wanted you to see your change
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But I ain't them
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And I know that
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Well, you ain't leaving me behind
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Well, I should step up to the plate
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Instead of sleep away my days
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Dreamin' 'bout a time that's long since gone by
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Here I go again
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Isolating all my friends
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Inviting people to my party, but not letting anyone in
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And it doesn't seem like it's worth fighting for
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So grab your bullshit, I'm showin' you that door
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Walkin Out The Door
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Deer Tick |