at night they’d burn up our skies with their artificial lightsand the stars they’d hide in shameand i’d shout « come back out, we’re gonna need you around »where will we be wishin now?i’m taking the next train southout of this fucking townand when you stay behind and shouti’ll say « jared, quiet down now »you knowthis just isn’t my townthis just isn’t my towni don’t want to pretend that i’d like to make new friendsor meet another girl ever againthey say adjusting can be slowbut i know whats waiting at homelate night car rides drinking, drinking and the beachor doing drugs on my streetwith the people that i’ve grown to adorethey’re really all i needbut here i don’t feel much like myselfno here i don’t feel much like myselfthis just isn’t my town