It's quiet now, but it seems to me that
without the noise, I'll create something.
Cause it turned out to be a long, long, long time,
and I'm feeling so gone.
It turned out to be a long time,
and I'm feeling so...
oh, whatever...
so jaded, complaining.
Oh, whatever...
sounding old and full of shit.
It's calm right now.
That's how I want it to be.
And that house torn down is where I'm going.