When we dropped the roach in the car, we tore it apart
And all that we found was change and burnt CD-R's
They represent who we are
Discarded copies of the kids in other towns
Give me a mixtape of hope, a quarter ounce of dope
And just enough gas to get to Bruce Park
But when I drive through New Martinsville
I see the places I've been f**ed or beat up
Willimantic's the same but all the names changed
To the places and people I waste my time with
All cities are coffins for street signs and bicycles
Where parents and cops are the same thing
Like your first kiss and first cigarette
The first paycheck you spent
From the first job that you quit
Every town is boring
And all your friends are temporary
But you've gotta die somewhere
We've all gotta die somewhere