Pilot

I hate this town that I’m from At some point it’s time to run Said goodbye to the friends I know Packed my bags let’s put on a show Hit the keys and put it to a beat Now they’ll know what I really mean When I say there was no other way Play my chords or go insane Some may say I’ve lost my place But I never fell in line anyway I’m leaving this town Leave my doubts And trade 'em for a beach house A beach house I’m leaving this town Leave my doubts And trade 'em for a beach house A beach house I hate this town that I’m from At some point it’s time to run Said goodbye to the friends I know Packed my bags let’s put on a show I hate this town that I’m from At some point it’s time to run Said goodbye to the friends I know Packed my bags let’s put on a show Here there is no danger Far from any stranger Here it is much safer Leave all of your anger Leave at dawn hurry and run Before they realize that you’re gone Take your brothers leave the others Leave them all behind Pack the keys and pack the beats Make a chorus and then release My mob will know what this all means I’m leaving this town Leave my doubts And trade 'em for a beach house A beach house I’m leaving this town Leave my doubts And trade 'em for a beach house A beach house I hate this town that I’m from At some point it’s time to run Said goodbye to the friends I know Packed my bags let’s put on a show