Why do I bother to put up with your shit?
It's not my fault you are too immature to handle it.
Standing on the brink I've got one thing on my mind.
The wishing over and it's time to say... Goodbye, PA.
I've left and moved along.
I'm sick of wasting my time on this boring train ride home.
I'll see you another day, some other time some other place.
You're too good for me, fuck you PA.
Pennsylvania, home of the sweetest girl I used to know,
or so I thought (never had, fuck her now) .
Nights of October have never felt this long.
I look toward the sky drowned in our stars.
They stare out at me from up above,
they say it's time to say goodbye.