And I sing songs about the past. How I was raised and I was thrown out on my ass, cause I didn't care about going to school. And I saw the look in her eyes. My mother nearly cried when I had told her that I had wanted to go, just to prove them wrong.
I've been smoking cigarettes since I was only fourteen, just to find an escape from this town that was so mean to me.
And I sing songs about my friends. The way we grew up, and all the lose ends we used to laugh, cause we did give a damn. And I saw the look in my brother's eyes. When I told him I was leaving he couldn't help but despise me, he's wanted out his whole life.
I've been smoking the green since I was merely sixteen, just to find an escape from this town that was so mean to me. And I sing songs about the past. I plead for relief, this town won't receive all the things that I want, the things that I need. And I'll beg and I'll beg, I'm down on my knees. Mama, oh mama, let me please leave. I plead for relief this town won't receive all the things that I want, the things that I need.

All I ever wanted was love.