Letters mailed to the east and the west coast
Help us stamp on the jiffy bag
Should they reply I may require
A slap to all my flaps and serve my notice
Fervid ambitions waned in abacus and knots around you
Found some resolve from this inaction
I'm blind but there are sparks that can still kill me
It's not a race you're always searching for a finish line
God's not here and if he was he'd just take the option to let you down
I'm here to calm you down and throw up pills you can run around
And when all else fails I won't be going anywhere
And I don't want to work for some shitty company
And I don't want to get a job with my degree in the industry
And I don't know if I'll have enough to settle down eventually
But I would like it if I could spend my days with you
Go break free, it's not your responsibility
And go break free, it's not your responsibility
And go break free, it's not your responsibility
And go break free, it's not your responsibility
And go break free, it's not your responsibility
And go break free, it's not your responsibility
And go break free, it's not your responsibility
And I don't want to wait while they take the best of me
And I don't want to feel I have to fight for every piece
Of shelter, warmth, fears, laughter, stories, pride, humility
But I would quite like if I could spend my days alone with you
Go break free, it's not your responsibility
And go break free, it's not your responsibility
And I don't want to work for some shitty company
And I don't want to get a job with my degree in the industry
And I don't know if I'll have enough to settle down eventually
But I would like it if I could spend my days with you
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