Happy Endings

This town makes my mind slow down

lines in my face like highways now

chasing breezes, kicking boulders

and all of the while just getting older

i leave pieces of paper

pieces of myself along the way

out the window, out the window

and i tell myself that

i'll come back for them before i go

and then i won't sing this song tomorrow

reason calls i'm never listening

there's always something more distracting

take everything so seriously

then leave and burn up on re-entry

for happy endings

all these little victories

gathered up and hung on the wall like trophys

i tell myself that

i've been down this road before

so i won't sing this song anymore

i've been down this road before

so i won't sing this song anymore

i've been down on myself enough before

so i won't sing this song anymore