I know since you've been free You've seen a lot of cats like me We fall asleep on the stairs and Wake up at tables in chairs It doesn't make much sense to you I still leave all this residue I still mistake luck for wine And progress for logic & time Believe me, I know it's been rough I think about it way too much I shouldn't flaunt and pretend I didn't start, so why would you end? I know you've seen the last of me I know that it'll never be close to what I had with you But that's fine Cause I want something new I'm gonna hit the road I'm gonna move to Cleveland I'm gonna die I'm gonna grow old