at night they'd burn up our skies with their artificial lights   and the stars they'd hide in shame      and i'd shout "come back out, we're gonna need you around"   where will we be wishin now?      i'm taking the next train south   out of this fucking town   and when you stay behind and shout   i'll say "jared, quiet down now"   you know      this just isn't my town   this just isn't my town      i don't want to pretend that i'd like to make new friends   or meet another girl ever again      they say adjusting can be slow   but i know whats waiting at home      late night car rides drinking, drinking and the beach   or doing drugs on my street   with the people that i've grown to adore   they're really all i need      but here i don't feel much like myself   no here i don't feel much like myself   this just isn't my town