Connecticut. Not really where I want to go.

But it's as far as I can drive in twelve inches of snow

in an broken Econoline. It's equidistant to going out east.

Thanks guys!

Uh, did you like the way we played?

Thanks for buying the CD!

Can we please stay at your place?

Because at home no one waits for me.

I lost count.

How many I Love You's you said were never true.

I'm breaking free from you.

And when you realize your wrong, I'll already be gone

and you won't be seeing me again (no not again).

I'll be dead in a cardboard box in transit back to Long Island.

And you'll feel the weight of the world on your shoulders

Like I felt the weight of everyone who never gave a fuck about me.

Mobile phone doesn't work very well

But if I get away from here, I'm an expatriate from hell.

And once you break free it wouldn't make sense to go back

to Long Island: where I knew I was alone

Idly sitting by and waiting after breaking back into my home.

No one cared that I was back.

So goodbye.

I'll forget what to bring.

Who cares? Fuck everything.

See the world and sing.

It seems like we had a good start.

But every start has got to stop.

The last words you'll ever hear from me:

"The only way you can be free is to say,

'Fuck this place I call my home!'"

I'm giving up the burden that was giving up on me.

Mobile phone doesn't work very well

But if I get away from here, I'm an expatriate from hell.

And once you break free it wouldn't make sense to go back