Texty: Chambers. Other. Funeral Attendance: Zero.

Sometimes I wish my actions were as pure,
as my ideals as I breathe this mountain air,
to cleanse my veins of powdered poison,
I wish there was somebody here (to kick me offa this chair)
(Don't think anybody'd care)

[Chorus:]
I know you're all just pretending to care!

Sometimes I wish you'd tell the truth.
As I'm keeping up with nothing,
I'm always running up this highway.
Seatbelt's off, there's nobody here (just myself, I'm in the clear)
(Mom and dad, I had to disappear)

[Chorus]

I can't change me.
My God take me.