Permanent Tourists

This is goodbye

After months of situating

I can finally leave this sorry town behind

And I'm alright

When they ask for me

My friends can smile and tell the world

That I survived

As I'm about to leave

I've filled a million empty pages

Passed my word and do my best to sing

So what do I need

Something could become of those

Who think and talk and live like me

I don't want to die today

I want to live and love and write it down

I can live a life of dreams

And be grateful I'm around

This is goodbye

After months of careful planning

I can finally leave this dried up town behind

And I'm alright

Yeah

This used to be our city

This used to be our only light

I just want to walk away

I want to write but there's a consequence

That all my friends read everything I do and I say

I don't need a razorblade

All I need are sounds of ecstasy

And I won't die today

Yeah

I'll be living

Loving

Writing down

And I'll live a life of dreams

And be grateful I'm around