The soft pack — Mexico

All these people seem to want to run away
Always travel all the time, not belonging
I think its best you know
I'm think the story goes
Don't tell me if your leaving, cause i don't wanna know
I'm letting you go

How can we go on living in such a sty?
Remember when you came home and I was locked inside?
If its Mexico
I'm wish you wouldn't go
I'm don't wanna know, if you're leaving if you can't decide
No
I'm letting you go

Thinks changed like seasons, out of our control
If you think you should go
I'm...
We'll let you go
Oh! oh!