Hunting Season - Goodbye, Columbus
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I'm getting ill
So I drive away
From the hospital
The smell of plaster and tears
Is not my home anymore

Moving states (memorizing street names)
Different places (and people too)
Sentimental timelessness (and a cold, dark bitterness)
And avoid contraband (because it's bad for you)

Let's begin where we left off
The last page of the book
The night I drove away
The time I called you first

I talk, you listen
A mass passive aggression
Holding your hand
Reading zen
And the art of motorcycle maintenance

Moving states (memorizing street names)
Different places (and people too)
Sentimental timelessness (and a cold, dark bitterness)
And avoid contraband (because it's bad for you)

Well I'm here to check myself in
Hotel lobbies and airport terminals
I hate moving in this fictional facade
Idealistic imagining

Say goodbye to the things you love

I'm getting ill
So I drive away
From the hospital
The smell of plaster and tears
Is not my home anymore

Leaving the city
It's all the same
Leaving the people
And all the pain