Tekster: Catch 22. Washed Up And Through The Ringer. Leaving.

I'm leaving here today, I'm gonna go real far away from here
I'm gonna find a girl like the one I met in high school
But she's not gonna get away this time
I'm gonna keep her by my side

Not gonna lose my grip on you
I'm gonna somehow make it through this time
Not gonna fuck up like I fucked up then
Maybe I'll even fall in love again

And when I try to make things right
I always seem to lose the fight
Can't seem to hold on to my life

So I go on through the pain
That's why I'm leaving here today
Won't make it any other way

Cigarettes and sleep are the only things
That keep me from losing my mind
Maybe in time you'll know that without you I am nothing
I have always acted blind

I'm never coming home because you left me all alone last night
And you never even showed up in the morning
So I try to find a way to hold it in, I guess you win this time
Good friends are hard to find

And when I try to make things right
I always seem to lose the fight
Can't seem to hold on to my life

So I go on through the pain
That's why I'm leaving here today
Won't make it any other way

I'm leaving here today
I'm gonna go real far away from here
I'm gonna find a girl like the one I met

I'm gonna find a girl like the one I met
I'm gonna find a girl like the one I met
I'm gonna find a girl like the one I met
I'm gonna find a girl like the one I met