Recovery Summer

I sighed and whispered to myself
“This is the start of a brand new chapter.”
Maybe I should scrap the whole thing
'Cause this feels so familiar

Are they still burning books in your town?
Can I stop in when I pass through this summer?
It’s only a 4-hour drive on a good day
I gotta get away from her
And all of this, really

Because the panic snowballs and then it melts
And short-circuits the wiring inside of my skull
Blank pages are better than the ramblings of
A 21-year-old me with delusions of the future

Is there still a curfew in your town?
Can I stop in when I pass through this summer?
I haven’t been sleeping, I’vе just been wandering around
I gotta forget about work and school
And all of this, really

Somеtimes I talk out loud to myself
As if the break in silence will resonate more
I say, “Nothing thrown your way can break you.”
Then I walk out the front door
And I lock it behind me
And I glide along the same path to the same places
And I’m walking beside me
Watching a narrative that’s been done to death

Is there a place for me to play in your town?
Can I stop in when I pass through this summer?
I’ve been playing the same songs in the same bars
For what seems like forever

I started driving and said to myself
“This is the start of a brand new chapter.”
I’m still trying to find a place to fit in
It’s been nearly impossible
For all of us, really