Fill a bag with useless things, leave a note like you care.
Fill the trunk of yr sister's car, fill the tank...
The distant hills seem much darker now,
and the perfect shape.
There's a rage you always felt, wrestle me to the ground.
Pin me down like you'll break some spell.
Shame on me for telling you I know the truth?
Routines resume as dust settles in your room,
and they're all blind to the things you left behind,
but I can tell that you'll come back.
I just know that you'll come back.
I guess I hope that you'll come back,
and real or not, that's mine, if nothing else.
Scream like no other - everything I hate was a dream come true.
Breath in secret whispers, you'll live for real and forever in their wake.