I wouldn't want to be you,
Mostly not even near you,
When you're gone they will curse you,
And raise the tide against you,
I no longer care now,
For what you said was fair now,
I just don't go there now,
I just don't go.

Maybe there's a way not to make it hurt,
Maybe cover up the words like you covered up the dirt,
Ever since you left it just gets worse,
Living out in your town.

Now let's say it like it is,
Just don't know where to begin,
It's a different way of living,
It's so strange to what we've been,
Firstly we speak for ourselves now,
And people know who we are now,
And they wake up and they live now,
Yes they wake up and live.

Maybe there's a way not to let it hurt,
Tell it out of pictures and songs and words,
Do what we should do not to make it worse,
Living out in your town.

Words and Music - Ricky Ross