And I can't explain,
What it's like,
To feel this way,
Afraid everything happens,
Like a story heard a thousand times,
Or a story based on yellow lines,
And I can't keep expecting,
To run back to home,
As days go by it's easier to find your niche,
There's so many new faces and places to see and be in,
(Oh) I should feel content no matter where I go,
So I'll have to except the fact that I can't stick to where I'm welcome,

Forget everything you knew about your old life,
Forget everything you thought you knew at all,
'Cause you will never see,
Your home again,
And you're stuck where you are,

As I packed my things I pleaded not to leave,
And I cried myself to sleep thinking of departing,
We can't keep expecting to run back to home,
(Oh) I should feel content no matter where I go,
So I'll have to except the fact that I can't stick to where I'm welcome,

Forget everything you knew about your old life,
Forget everything you thought you knew at all,
'Cause you will never see,
Your home again,
And you're stuck where you are,

As days go by it's easier to find your niche,
There's so many new faces and places to see and be in,
(Oh) I should feel content no matter where I go,
So I'll have to except the fact that I can't stick to where I'm welcome,

Forget everything you knew about your old life,
Forget everything you thought you knew at all,
'Cause you will never see,
Your home again,
And you're stuck where you are.