There's something wrong with kids in my home town
They fumble through the ash of the in crowd
But don't get me wrong I'm a lot like them
Vague and cynical, ever screaming out
Grey town don't bring me down
I'm not ready
Grey town don't pull me down
I'll never be
Plausible enough
Pliable to touch
I'm wearing my fears on a line and why?
I'm losing time, brain dead by 25
There's nothing wrong with hating your hometown
Your promises brought false hopes and let downs
We're wading through glass, we're growing up fast
Grey town don't bring me down
I'm not ready
Grey town don't pull me down
We're damaged but we will not cave in
Melody has big plans