I want to leave. I want to see this horrible town i was raised in, in my rear view mirrior. I want to start over. I want the past to be the past. I dont want it popping up anymore. I dont want to be reminded of that pain. I want you beside me. I want you to be in the drivers seat, driving until we get somewhere new. Somewhere that will soon be home to us. I want, for a moment, to feel no pain. To breathe easy, to be okay.