Small Town Syndrome

I don't wanna face this mess
Can I stay here in this bed?

'Cause this small town syndrome's getting me down
I hear them talking, talking so loud
And I'm still tryna find a way out of here
Ooh, and I can't hide my face in the crowd
Their eyes, like spotlights, staring me out
My stomach's turning inside and out 'round here
In this small town, in this small town
In this small town, it's hard to find a way out
In this small town, oh, this small town
Oh, this small town, gotta find a way out
In this small town