I’d pack my bags And I’d hit the road Momma I won’t ever be a kid no more If I was useful Kinda Like a match I wouldn’t hesitate to let it blow I’d die a hero I Don’t care how quick And I don’t care how hard I go I don’t drink a drink I Don’t smoke some dope Cause I know it wouldn’t do the trick I pour it out but I can’t pour it out Because the water always marinates Try to lore it out but I can’t lore it out Momma I don’t wanna go outside Outside is cold and outside is old I eat where I eat and I drink where I drink Cause I know what it tastes like I know what the pains like I don’t wonder what it ain’t like I don’t really got a lot of time I cry in the shower More than once a week I don’t really know what runs down my cheek I’d cry for hours More than I’d breath If my feelings had ever let me But they think my body is a cozy home Don’t have a good reason to leave