Rumors - Twin Oaks

Packing up old picture frames

As I tear these things down

I’ll make sure to map out the ways

From this old fucking town

And I can’t recognize myself

I don’t see myself in any of the things I have

And I build this home with my bare hands

I’ve been working and sweating the tears, blood, and all that I am

My whole life and these years that I can’t get back

No, I can’t get back…

And they’re gone now

I said I just need some space to get my head straight

I just need some space to get my head on straight

They start talking among themselves

Spreading rumors about my health

Everybody’s wondering «where are you going?»

«Why are you leaving?», «how could you do this?»

I don’t know… no, I don’t know

Maybe I’m lying… okay, I’m lying

See, I just need some space to get my head straight

I just need some space to get my head on straight