Small Town Favorites

Where I grew up there’s not much to see
As small town as a boy can be
So carelessly we move through empty streets at night
You hold onto me and I will to you
Together we can make it through
The smallest minds will think we’ll never make it out
To hell with it, to hell with it
I’m aware of everything I’ve done
I’m not done
17 is so hard to be in this small town on these old streets
Day to day awake we mostly dream of getting out
I’ll pay for gas if you’ve got the time
Nowhere to go but we can drive past county lines towards the city lights
In the end I’ll love what I have made
To hell with it, to hell with it
I’m aware of everything I’ve done
I’m not done
To hell with it, to hell with it
I’m aware of everything I’ve done
I’m not done
I’m not done, no I’m not done
I’ll be bathing in the sun
I’ll hold on oh I’ll hold on
I’ll be bathing in the sun
In the end I’ll love what I have made
There’s nothing that could take that joy away
To hell with it, to hell with it
I’m aware of everything I’ve done
I’m not done
To hell with it, to hell with it
I’m aware of everything I’ve done
I’m not done