TICKET

I bought you a ticket, and a plane, and a car, a train, perhaps you'd do the same for me

My back's not meant to carry this much grief, and I'm sick of driving all alone up in my car

My brain just doesn't seem to know how to stop, how to break, how to check the thoughts left in my heart from you

I bought you a ticket

And I just feel stupid, like I'm going all the way back home, but no one's there, it's empty

I'm afraid I'm past the point, no return, I've mistaken this life for something that I care to keep on living

So I'm going back to beginnings, I hope I find somewhere that lets me breathe, somewhere I'm not afraid to be in skin that's stuck to me

So I'm going back to beginnings, I hope I find somewhere that lets me breathe, somewhere I'm not afraid to be in skin that's stuck to me

So I'm going back to beginnings, I hope I find somewhere that lets me breathe, somewhere I'm not afraid to be in skin that's stuck to me

So I'm going back to beginnings, I hope I find somewhere that lets me breathe, somewhere I'm not afraid to be in skin that's stuck to me