Stop the car and let me out I got a bad case, I can't stay here right now Condition my small town, prognosis let's get out what's left except interstates and out of state plates I'm more than all these cell phone towers I'm more than all these worn and barren streets I'm more than all these small town skylines more than they thought I'd turn out to be Let me get this off my chest (let me get this off my chest) every bad idea I've had is starting to make sense Feeling motionless, becoming powerless what's left except making lists and late night doubleshifts I'm more than all these cell phone towers I'm more than all these worn and barren streets I'm more than all these small town skylines I'm more than they thought It's always I want more than what I wished for it's the never ending cyc