Natives

We only flock this town with the intent
To burn it down. We only swim with you
To watch you drown. Chalk it up to being alone
Sleeping with the light on
Somebody feeling sold out to the pain
A native son, not much to gain
You know it’s all this place to blame
I see it all ahead
We’re waking up that dread
It’s climbing up my back
We know the trap
No point to question why
What we buried in the night
Can’t come back to tell our lives
And all of this time
We’re waiting on the night
On the lonesome night
Somebody feeling sold out to the pain
A native son, not much to gain
You’re feeling sold out to the pain
The only friend that will remain
You know it’s all this place to blame
And it all will move far too quickly
To let you choose
It comes quiet
It comes quiet
It comes quiet