Off the record, but I'm not on track If I leave this town I might never come back Ya, I'm not even lying Get up again, this might feel like home Sleeping in a bed that's not even my own But I'll just keep trying So what's it gonna take All that's left is some booze and a suitcase And now I think I'm better alone These growing pains don't feel like my own Fill my cup but now they're gone Wish I could write a simple song A simple song Go through the pictures Finding my face again So unfamiliar, I've lost every trace of it But I'll just keep trying I hate that you were lying So what's it gonna take All that's left is some booze and a suitcase And now I think I'm better alone These growing pains don't feel like my own Fill my cup but now they're gone Wish I could write a simple song What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? When all I want is you I hate that you were lying But I'll just keep trying