My Home Town

My home town, it has cursed me but your eyes were calling me back And the blessing of this cursing has been pulsing in my head So that breaking you was easy and I know it doesn't look it When I pour my guts to tell you that I hate you that you hurt me But I, never wanted to leave you See I left your words behind, and packed my song, my hair, my mind Moving where there's fresher air to breather, or simply better lies I see the broken hearted people underneath their pretty smiles They twist about like fevered crowds in hunt for pretty times But the river, it has cursed you with its promise of a new day Of some cooler places, and some shining faces and an endless runaway