Leaving's hard, trust me, it's really bad It'll shake ya, damn near break ya, it always has You don't go until you're praying to break even Until staying's worse than leaving God knows we tried everything that we could do You can keep your pride and blame me if you need to Even though this freedom feels a lot like treason I know staying's worse than leaving It's gotta get better, it can't get worse Hope it's a blessing, not a curse I don't care who passes judgment on my reasons I know staying's worse than leaving It's gotta get better, it can't get worse Hope it's a blessing, not a curse I don't care who passes judgment on my reasons I know staying's worse than leaving Both our hearts let go a long time ago Words leave scars and Lord knows they heal slow Our love died but somehow we are both still breathin' I just hope someday we'll look back on this grievin' And say staying's worse than leaving Yeah, that staying's worse than leaving Yeah, that staying's worse than leaving

Before I even got my car started I realized my phone wasn't in my pocket It must still be on the fuckin' charger What am I Fuckin' retarded? Three point turn brake noise burns I'm already late as it is Accident on Ninety Five Act like you've never seen one in your whole life Never gave a damn about a yield Short cut through a field, too late My fate is sealed Slowing down, Rolling sounds Blue light means I'm screwed right? A few cruisers from 2 or 3 completely distant towns Scream to get ahead But instead they bend their necks To inspect the 6 car wreck from someone who better be dead Wanna see heads roll by the cops as we come to a full Complete Stop Don't make me get out and kill you Because I've got a hammer in my console that will do Before you die you'll stammer "I thought someone was hurt" I'll recant "well yeah, but I'm late for work" As you bleed out on your fuckin' polo shirt I realize I got some of your guts on my work shorts As you bleed out on your fuckin' polo shirt I realize I got some of your guts on my work shorts Well I guess I'm gonna have to change I guess I'm gonna have to fucking change (Nice blinker asshole) (You can go faster than 45 on the highway it's only a little fuckin' rain) (What the fuck they're paving the roads, nothing to see but a fuckin' cop) Buy a tank Mow 'em down, grind their bones into the ground Fuck em still I'll be making caddy lack trendkill Buy a tank Mow 'em down, grind their bones into the ground Fuck em see I'll be making hate three potpourri Buy a tank Buy a tank

Hey, mama, when you leave Don't leave a thing behind I don't want nothin' I can't use nothin' Take care into the hall And if you see my friends Tell them I'm fine Not using nothin' Almost burned out my eyes Threw my ears down to the floor I didn't see nothin' I didn't hear nothin' I stood there like a block of stone Knowin' all I had to know And nothin' more Man, that's nothin' Being born is goin' blind And bowin' down a thousand times To echoes strung On pure temptation Sorrow and solitude These are the precious things And the only words That are worth rememberin' Hey, mama, when you leave Don't leave a thing behind I don't want nothin' I can't, I can't use nothin' Oh I can't use nothin'