Junkyard

Took a trip to Tennessee Cos I was looking for you Turned on the television Saw you in a vision and I packed my bags You left me high and dry But I felt like this before Fucked up all my memories Packed up my belongings And I head back home You always get your way You duck and dodge and creep Always cutting corners, taking shitty shortcuts for the easy way out F*ck this place that you call home I'll pack my bags and go I love it back in Dallas, not this shitty palace that you call a home