Two months since you got back How have you been and are you bored yet? The weather ain't been bad if you're into masochistic bullshit And every photograph that's taken here is from the summer Some guy won Olympic gold eight years ago, a distance runner Well, that makes a lot of sense, this place is such great motivation For anyone tryna' move the fuck away from hibernation, yoo-hoo Oh Oh, no, no Boston!
Well, I'm tired of dirt roads Named after high school friend's grandfathers And motherfuckers here still don't know They caught the Boston bombers Well, time moves so damn slow I swear I feel my organs failin' I stopped carin' 'bout a month ago Since then, it's been smooth sailin'
I would leave if only I could find a reason I'm mean because I grew up in New England I got dreams, but I can't make myself believe them Spend the rest of my life with what could've been And I will die in the house that I grew up in I'm homesick
Oh, shit
I would leave if only I could find a reason, tell 'em! I'm mean because I grew up in New England I got dreams, but I can't make myself believe them Spend the rest of my life with what could've been And I will die in the house that I grew up in I'm homesick, I'm homesick
I'm home- (sick) Sick! Yeah!
Oh my God, I cannot tell you how winded I am Or how scared I am right now Boston, I'm up on the fuckin' Green Monster I wanna thank my Mom and Dad who are here, uh For granting me every opportunity I could have ever asked for in my life And allowing me a chance to be a musician, uh I want to say thank you, Mom, thank you, Dad, I love you guys, uh This next song is about lying to your therapist, it's called "Growing sideways" Thank you so much