Movements

I feel stuck inside my head
If I leave, I’ll leave a mess
I’ll throw away most everything
Because I am not where I’m supposed to be

I won’t take my time
I’m gonna take what’s mine

I’m gonna make my home in another place
I gotta move, uproot, and get away
I gotta go

I’ve got a foot out of the door
Nothing to stop me anymore
So throw a record on and I’ll sing it back
Like a nostalgic teenage heart attack

I won’t take my time
I’m gonna take what’s mine

I’m gonna make my home in another place
I gotta move, uproot, and gеt away
I gotta go

I’ve got a foot out of the door