you spent such a long time typing   that you forgot how to write letters   and your friends all say you're better off   cause you got out when you did   but you cant help feeling restless   like there's something you cant remember   and you cant stop walking round at night   like some broken hearted kid   all the ones who tried to tie you down   couldnt even start to understand   couldnt find the words to hold your hand   couldnt comprehend the master plan   all the books you started reading   all the boys you started seeing   every half completed sentiment   that you always meant to say   gets stuck inside a memory   like a miracle unfinished   and you only feel like going back   to where there's no place to stay   all the ones to tried to tie you down   to tell you lies   and keep you you on the ground   they all tried but never had a chance.