Lyrics: Robots & Butterflies. No Shows In April.

I live for these weekends
And to take advantage of second chances
With glances, still an outcast kid
Now watch me decline

The days are getting longer
And the years are getting shorter,
And I?m not getting younger so

Let?s go out

I guess this what you call fitting in

All my high school friends
Are either on drugs
Or live far north from
This town we were raised in
They?ve escaped
To better places than this

I guess this what you call fitting in

And this is what it means
To finally get away

I live near the east Atlantic
But that doesn?t mean a damn thing
I?ll take back all my chances
Just to escape