Gone

It’s about that time of the year It’s about that month when I start to feel Like I've been in one place far too long I can feel my skin starting to crawl Don't get me wrong because I love all of you And I love all the stupid shit that we do But it's something inside me I can't control I need to keep moving so I never get cold Cause my clothes always smell like cigarettes And there's beer bottle caps lying in my bed Every night I think I'm doing fine Until I wake up in the morning wishing I was gone Back on my own back where I began  Back to feeling like all I got are these plans  And though the sky is clear the grounds not shaking I'm stuck in a constant state of waiting  For something to break something to fall  Something to make me feel like I'm whole And I'm counting the days I'm feeling the pull I'm running away to make sense of it all Cause my clothes always smell like cigarettes And there’s beer bottle caps lying in my bed Every night I think I'm doing fine Until I wake up in the morning wishing I was gone Wishing i was gone