I can't get far enough away from me   I hate the way I'm talking awkwardly   When you're around, I am so insecure      I can't get far enough away from here   I hate this place and I wanna leave   But you're the one who keeps me coming 'round here      Let's pack our things and leave   For white sand and palm trees   We found a better place   To call home   It's gonna be alright      I don't get everything you've done for me   I'm still the same but now we've grown apart, it seems   You're the one who makes mistakes so easily      I can't get anything out of today; I hate the rain   Stayed inside and played guitar; wait for the sun   To pick me up; I'm moving on, moving on      Let's pack our things and leave   For white sand and palm trees   We found a better place   To call home   It's gonna be alright      Let's pack our things and leave   For white sand and palm trees   We found a better place   To call home   It's gonna be alright      It's gonna be alright   It's gonna be alright   It's gonna be alright   It's gonna be alright