 Here I am going back to the coin star in the parking lot of another damn Walmart. When I fall, yo, I fall hard. Think about the things that I threw in the junkyard. There I go. When I'm living in a new low, never going to let go. Always want to quit. I don't think so. I'm always in the mood to run, but it's never really all that fun. Listen to the sound of nobody cares. Stuck inside this town alone.