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