The palm trees in my backyard are reason enough to leave
It takes trying and failing to say your happy, happy at 23
But it's just a handful of numbers that will keep us apart
I know the sun will always set no matter where my home is
I know nothing is forever and nothing stays the same
So why waste breath on a cigarette?
You're hoping but not trying to make change
So I'll break free from the flatlands I'm sick of seeing
I'll look out for the life I have ahead
I'll keep growing and I'll keep f**ing up
Until Florida won't have my heart when I see it again