I never thought I’d come this far
I never thought I’d put this much distance
Between me and them

Two and a half hours to mexico
I'm eight hours from amarillo
And I would go farther, still

I don’t know why I'm so dissatisfied
I try and try, can’t seem to get it right
How to become part of their plans

I'm disconnected
I am withdrawn
And I am a facade

I'm melancholic
I am at arms length
And I am probably wrong

We weren’t raised to say: I'm sorry
We were raised to say that it’s not our fault

People always want what they can’t have
So I’ll stop offering myself up
And I'm not looking for a reason to run away
But I haven’t found a reason to stay

I'm disconnected
I am withdrawn
And I am a facade
I'm melancholic
I am at arms length
And I am probably wrong

I'm probably wrong