I've never held a more honest conversation in my whole life
than the one with you on the hill up to your house just weeks before summertime
gave us so much hope and understanding about ourselves
But now I realize I might never again see you
in the same light
We were best friends playing Super Nintendo in the basement of your parents' house
where we talked about our secrets and how we just wanted to die most of the time
so suffocated in a place we both hated, and I thought I left, but it feels like I've come back
to the loneliness of Northeastern Georgia
This place is not my home
Georgia's not my home.
I want everyone to know this is where I stand
I can't do this anymore. I can't keep faking smiles.
I'm so sick of being someone I know I'm not.
I'm someone I'm not.
I just hope you're happy somewhere
I know we'll never be the same
It's amazing what a small town can do to kids like you and me
(we'll be alright)
It's everything I don't want to be