Got a job at the paper mill Building boxes for resale Getting a little over minimum Maximizing all my time
Big thoughts keep me occupied Daydreams of a different life Wondering where these boxes go Filling up some daydream home A world that we will never know
This town’s a black hole This town’s consuming you It’s a vacuum of light If we just left tonight…
I forget what’s keeping me From boxing up my own things This is where I was born and raised In that regard, I guess it’s safe
Or, is it something sinister That holds my old bones prisoner Somedays, I can’t get out of bed For all the voices tearing through my head We hang our hats in our own hell
This town’s a black hole This town will steal your soul And before you know it, you’re 50 years old
This town’s a black hole This town’s an asshole This town will drag you down It won’t let you get out We gotta leave now…
This town’s a black hole This town will steal your soul And before you know it, you’re 60 years oldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
