Running away never did anything for a man like me.
I always tried to escape,
to leave my actions in the dust and debris.
Well, here we are.
Where do I begin?
It's been about a decade since I last checked in.
And I could write a short novel
about the places that I've been.
I look back on old photos
of those twenty-something faces,
all of the memories,
all of the different place
that we never even thought
to stop and be grateful to be in.
And I remember now
that I can never do that again.
Running away never did anything for a man like me.
I always tried to escape,
to leave my actions in the dust and debris.
Never did anything for a man like me.
I think I'll start by keeping promises to myself,
take that advice that I'm always giving somebody else.
I swear to God, I'll finally leave this place.
It's hard to remember now
where I locked away the dreams I once held dear.
It's hard not to be bitter now,
but I'm trying to get better.
I'm trying to get better.
Running away never did anything for a man like me.
I always tried to escape,
to leave my actions in the dust and debris.
Never did anything for a man like me.