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Kick me off the doorstep, if you think that that will help.
Manipulative asshole, you call me but meant yourself.
It's been three years since I last saw you, and I wish I never had,
You haven't changed a bit, and it's made me rather sad.
I won't call you when I get out of this town,
You've pushed me too damn far, and I refuse to be brought down.
Here in the morning I'll be waiting on a bus,
I'll get out of here quickly, since I'm so dangerous.
I've half a mind to walk back home,
and leave you to die alone.
Because you haven't changed a bit, and I don't like that.
It's me and mine and you're not welcome,
I'm going back to where I'm come from,
You'll take this as a personal attack.
I'm fine with that.
I gave it one long month, and that's all the time I need,
To see that I was never meant to live in Mississippi
Dictators don't exist, at least not within my mind.
I'll stand by this opinion, because this opinion is still mine.
I'd rather end up homeless than in a house with you,
Where I'll spend my time alone, and stay up for a day or two
At a time where I'm in need of help, you'll offer me your hand,
But I'd rather do without, because it's you that I can't stand.
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