In a town that never lives
Lives a boy on sedatives
Trying to reach for breathing holes
Stumbling again.

In a town that lives the same
As every town that lives the same
Why'd imagination
Become some damned?

I walk away into a photograph
None of them could ever do the math
Who are we to ever see it through
I'll just die young, no that ain't what I'll do.

So some things have made you mad
Let's talk about the times you had
It's fun to blame until you
Can't blame no more.

After all that we've been through
I will always think of you
Whatever they think about you
Just please don't die.

I walk away into a photograph
None of them could ever do the math
Who are we to ever see it through
I'll just die you, no that ain't what I'll do.