Mystery Weekend - Broke, Old, and Tired

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I hate it in the city
So I move back to the suburbs
But it’s still too fucking busy
Need I change my fucking number
I put away my jacket
And now i’m standing in the cold
The winter’s hardly over
I’m just so sick of feeling old
I think I’ll go further away
Where nobody can find me
Where no one knows my name
I think I’ll run further everyday
'Cause I’m sick of feeling guilty
For the things I can’t explain
It’s funny how those little things I hate
Leave me crawling back to you
Suffering things I can’t explain
Somehow I’m always pulling through
I might hate it when I’m here
But I know I’ll miss it when I’m gone
But not today 'cause I’m proudly moving on
I’m moving on
Go further away
Where nobody can find me
Where no one knows my name
I think I’ll run further everyday
'Cause I’m sick of feeling guilty
For the things I can’t explain
I might be broke just like a window
But I’m sleeping through the night
I keep myself so medicated
I know everything’s alright
I might be broke just like a window
But I’m sleeping through the night
I keep myself so medicated
I think everything’s alright
I might be broke just like a window
But I’m sleeping through the night
I keep myself so medicated
I’m sure everything’s alright
Go further away
Where nobody can find me
Where no one knows my name
I think I’ll run further everyday
'Cause I’m sick of feeling guilty
For the things I can’t explain
It’s a typical story
The now ageing millennials
We’ve grown tired like our parents did before us
We’ve grown tired like our parents did before us
It’s a typical story
The now ageing millennials
We’ve grown tired like our parents did before us
We’ve grown tired like our parents did before us
Well I’m all alone
Not afraid of the unknown
And I won’t answers any questions
About the path that I have chose
I think I’ll run further away
I cut my middle family
Leave without even a wave
I think I’ll run further everyday
I’ll fuck off to the country
Did myself a shallow grave
Did myself a shallow grave