In a town that never livesLives a boy on sedativesTrying to reach for breathing holesStumbling again.In a town that lives the sameAs every town that lives the sameWhy’d imaginationBecome some damned?I walk away into a photographNone of them could ever do the mathWho are we to ever see it throughI’ll just die young, no that ain’t what I’ll do.So some things have made you madLet’s talk about the times you hadIt’s fun to blame until youCan’t blame no more.After all that we’ve been throughI will always think of youWhatever they think about youJust please don’t die.I walk away into a photographNone of them could ever do the mathWho are we to ever see it throughI’ll just die you, no that ain’t what I’ll do.