I'm being held at the end of a tether   At the edge of our yard   Stretching away   The work keeps going on   But I've had enough   Of being held in single blocks   Singled out   A dueling occupant   Pushed to vow   They say I'm not old enough   But I am getting over these intercoms   She said I don't call them back   And never seem the same afterwards   To look as good as I did   I guess they're not interested   Is it a wonder I'm reluctant?   Is it some mere intrigue that brings them forward?   It's not as if they have to stay   They're not doing me any favors   I've had enough   They're not doing me any favors   I've had enough   She said I don't call them back   They never seem afterward   To look as good as they did   They're not as interesting   It's suffocating and almost shaming   The way they carry on you would think   We were the one's maintaining the old world's fading   Mum and Dad can't seem to get past that   I'm leaving   I don't want to upset them but   I'm leaving