Living in a concrete jungle
Searching for something that I
Don’t think I’ll ever find and I
Chisel the walls of a city that blinds me
Trying to find something that I may be able to relate to

I close my eyes I see my friends
Smiling at me in a way that shows me we’ve had too much to drink
We’re running away from all of the silences
Like animals in the woods
We cling to what we know

Take me home, I am ready for it
I know you can love, more than I can

Swollen thoughts corrupt my mind
Lit street lamps and warning signs
Time to back away
Retreat, retreat, retreat
I thought for a second I said it out loud but the words are just thoughts that will never be heard

Take me home, I am ready for it
I know you can love, more than I can