My home town, it has cursed me but your eyes were calling me back
And the blessing of this cursing has been pulsing in my head
So that breaking you was easy and I know it doesn't look it
When I pour my guts to tell you that I hate you that you hurt me
But I, never wanted to leave you
See I left your words behind, and packed my song, my hair, my mind
Moving where there's fresher air to breather, or simply better lies
I see the broken hearted people underneath their pretty smiles
They twist about like fevered crowds in hunt for pretty times
But the river, it has cursed you with its promise of a new day
Of some cooler places, and some shining faces and an endless runaway