Leave This Town

You might put me on the stand
You might even let me eat out of your hand
Will you let me be myself
Bottle me up, bottle me air tight
And then leave me on the shelf

So put me on an incline with my feet on the ground
Cause I could stand for hours in this hospital gown
Maybe it’s the season or the emerald in your crown
There must be twenty something reasons just to leave this town

Yeah, you could be the one
Could be the one

Where will you be this time next year
My conscious on my shoulder and it’s breathing in my ear
And the hangman stands convicted by the jury of his peers
The arrow says direction is just north and west of here

So put me on an incline with my feet on the ground
Cause I could stand for hours in this hospital gown
Maybe it’s the season or the emerald in your crown
There must be twenty something reasons just to leave this town

Yeah, you could be the one
Could be the one

So maybe the tides have turned to this
My conscious on my shoulder and it’s breathing in my ear
And the outside looking in appears to be the place to be
Exits and escape pods just keep crashing into me

So put me on an incline with my feet on the ground
Cause I could stand for hours in this hospital gown
Maybe it’s the season or the emerald in your crown
There must be twenty something reasons just to leave this town

You could be the one
You could be the one
Twenty something reasons
You could be the one