The Throes

You're hiding out in some Midwest town

Get sentimental when the leaves turn brown

Told the neighbors you don't drink anymore

Told everyone you know what you're doing this for

But you don't

Yeah you could admit that's a lie

But you won't

Cause you can make it on your own two feet

Starting now cause you were sick last week

It's kinda hard getting anything done

When your mind's making plans

And your heart's on the run

But you can't stop now

Cause even if you wanted to you wouldn't know how

And your drifting

Further away than you ever wanted to go

And your given

All that you have but it's never enough to know

To know

Maybe it's time you called up your brother

It's been a while since you talked to each other

He's still at home

Still at home

And now you think you shoulda listened to your mother

Packing up from one city to another

Where you goin'

Yeah were you goin'

Sometime you hate that your don't love yourself

But it's better off than being someone else

And all the neighbors know your drinking again

Spend most your time staring at a paper and pen

So it goes

Yeah anything to pull yourself outta the throes

And your drifting

Further away than you ever wanted to go

And your given

All that you have but it's never enough to know

To know

Maybe it's time you called up your brother

It's been a while since you talked to each other

He's still at home

Still at home

And now you think you shoulda listened to your mother

Packin up from one city to another

Where you goin'

Yeah were you goin'