Leaving Home

Strangely enough, we'll miss that paradox:

a red state represented by three blueish guys

mentally prepared, but uncomfortably

scared of moving on-

whatever that means, it never made much sense to me

We're leaving home where we've been shown

familiar grounds and faces

singing unforgotten tones

we've bid farewell, we've packed our bags

with friends and family held in heart,

it sucks to know that we're finally leaving home

And now it seems the future tendencies

are composed of merely gatherings at weddings/funerals

with whom we shared such precious moments

there can't be a time

to sacrifice from our busy, scheduled, shitty lives

We're leaving home, our minds are blown

and though everybody goes through this,

that doesn't make it easier

we've quit the jobs, we've cleared the banks

not even our self-pity

can quite compensate that we're finally leaving home

We're really old, and kicking ass,

and our stupid, idle, shrunken heads

must pay the bills and kick some teeth

and provide transportation throughly through

these misogynistic lives

it won't suffice to turn back

from this road in front of us