And when we get home, I know we won't be home at all. This place we live, it is not where we belong. And I miss who we were, and the town that we could call our own. Going back to get away, after everything has changed.

So we stand here now, and no one knows us at all. I won't get used to this. I won't get used to being gone. And going back won't feel the same, if we aren't staying. Going back to get away, after everything has changed.

Aw, I forgot my love for Paramore :)