I was wrong, you were not bigger than this
And long before I was Baltimore bound
You had changed—your heart was not in it
And the fewer words that tied your hands to this, the better

Cut all ties off, and retreat to your father’s house!

But I think it’ll feel the same no matter where you are

So even if I had wanted you to stay
It wouldn’t have changed anything

Anyway, if even time couldn’t sober you up
Than I feel sorry for you