They're not my type here, I might leave herenWhen I die I wanna leave a trail of desperation so clearnYou can see it from the moonnBut you don't know me but you might see menRiding shirtless in the backseat of a '93 Suzuki SidekicknFlipping off the police.nnThe higher you get the harder you landnI should know, I'm stoned again.nAnd all this lying, cheating, stealing, hatingnSo unbelievable.nnThey're not quite right here, I can feel itnAnd i go to football gamesnSit in the bleachers, teachers talkingnI watch the pomsnAnd you don't know me but you might see menOut in severe weather warnings lighting matchesnI'm not changing, you're all freaky I'm just sayin...nnThe lower you drop the further your friendsnI should know, I'm stoned againnAnd all the breakups, townies, ...breakdowns, breaking upnSo unbelievable.nnI want to leave this townnIt isn't hard but I've come to survivenIt isn't smart to hang aroundnIt makes me weak oh but i'm still alivennThey tear you apartnThey will tear you apart