| A thousand miles from Indiana,
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| but I’m not moving; |
| I’m not leaving.
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| A thousand miles from who I want to be,
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| but I’m not dead yet. |
| I’m still breathing,
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| And patiently, I exist.
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| You stand out, in a crowd
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| but I want you dead, I’m not you yet.
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| You got friends, you’re great with them.
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| But I’m not dead yet, I’m still breathing.
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| Patiently, and with certainty, I wait.
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| It just isn’t right,
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| the time of your life spent
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| right where you wanna be,
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| impatiently…
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| And you just talk,
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| but you don’t stop.
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| But I’m not dead yet, I’m still breathing
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| patiently, and with certainty.
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| It just isn’t right,
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| the time of your life spent
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| right where you wanna be.
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| Providing for mouths, pursuing a family
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| right where she wants you to be.
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| Resigned to these histories, we exist. |