It's the heat of the summer,
keeps dragging you back in,
the rest of us have all found homes.
It's the same streets that are causing you to sin,
the rest of us have up and gone.
And you're sulking around
the same familiar town,
the sweat and the bones that you're cracking,
begging you to stay,
you know it's not that way.
So let's start a band,
I'll bring the time,
you bring the hands.
I'll meet you tomorrow in another state.
But you're tied to the ground
and your teeth make this sound
of I'm sorry but I have to stay.
Doesn't make you a liar,
just makes you wrong.
It doesn't make you a liar,
it just makes you wrong.
And you're choking on the same damn song,
yeah you're choking on
the same damn song.
I can't believe that the same set of keys
doesn't bring you to your knees.
Me at your back with the knife,
begging please,
you don't have to stay here,
I beg you to leave.