It's hard [bad word] to terms 
 that things can't be taught but be learned,
 like feeling when you question reason.
 The ceiling came down this season.

 Keep this a secret: 
 I hope we never make it past our town.
 Forever living with a frown.

 I feel like I should be concerned
 that things can't be saved once they're burned,
 but for once I threw it in the furnace.
 I watched it burn right between us.

 Keep this a secret: 
 I hope we never make it past our town.
 Forever living with a frown.

 And all along, 
 all I ever wanted was someone to tell me I'm wrong.
 You're wrong.
 I'm gone.