I need to leave Michigan and everything I haven't done.
Oh, I'd die trying to be something worthwhile...

I promise so much of myself that it makes it hard to breathe,
I feel the weight of what I say because it's never what I mean.
We all need some direction, and I lie to myself,
I'm sick of this dependance, I'm sick of being helped.

Oh, I lie to make myself believe that I'm worthwhile...

Open wounds, they turn to scars,
In time they heal like broken hearts.
We're so messed up living our lives,
That I can hardly sleep at night.

All I see is where I am, and everywhere I'm not...
I feel the place where I have started is the place that I will rot.
I can't stay standing still too long, I'm afraid I'll never leave...
I'm afraid of myself and where I want to be.

Everywhere looks better than right here, oh I swear...