The story should I tell, well I'm happy where it turned out, well
what dreams do I own? can I call any place my home?
And I rock myself to sleep, and I tell myself "don't get cut too
deep"
'cause I know by now, you're not coming for me.
And I tell myself "move along" and I tell myself "you were all
wrong"
but I know by now on what was right for me.
Sleep peacefully.