oh, i know we’ll lie sometimes for each other
and yeah sure, they’ll talk about us
but now i know you cry for another.

but all the possibilities are endless, don’t complain:
you can leave this town (but they’re all the same around this world)
and anywhere we go, our names will never change
since everything that’s happened here made our names
you know you’ll never get away
from your name

here i lie in my bed at home
like a grave i’ve made, well, i’ll lie alone
ignoring all the messages on my phone

and all the possibilities are endless, don’t you know
and you can hate this town (but it won’t change a damn thing)
and anywhere we go, we’ll never get away
as we try and run away from our names
here i lie in my bed at home
it’s a grave i’ve made
well, rest my bones
here i lie in my bed alone
in my grave, in my grave
rest my soul.