Get Me Out

Bothered with the way that I’m living Dismissive of the things that I care about Makes me want to pull my head apart Always the first thing you’re saying Any time I’m coming around Do I live in your world? You think I’m worried if it looks right to you? I packed my life up to the ceiling Left it behind and shed the feeling Never wanted your way of living Busy with the shit I don’t care about You can’t fathom life not settled down I’ll keep doing what makes me happy Won’t give it up for anyone else I’ll stay broke and free I don’t care if it looks wrong to you I packed my life up to the ceiling Left it behind and shed the feeling I was dying for something To get me out I packed my life up to the ceiling Left it behind to shed the feeling I’m here to stay and it would take The whole place burning to the ground To get me out