Spent the better part of last night
Writing out the pros and cons of a life I've lived for so long
The glass is never empty until I pour it out
It always does so well until I pour it all out on the ground
Watering weeds that I'll pay to get removed
Regrowing obstacles I'd rather not choose
To get involved with
I've always been bad at confrontation

Well it's hard
Living on the highway
I'm in a lane all of my own
Maybe you can tag along
We'd both be vagabonds
Yeah, that would be more than ideal

I just thought it'd be easier to tell you
I just thought it would be easy
I just thought it'd be easier to tell you that I'm not scared anymore

And I just want to tell you about how much I love you every day of every week
Every night that I can't sleep is one where you're not by my side
I hope that you know I'm all right

Well it's hard
Living on the highway
I'm in a lane all of my own
Maybe you can tag along
We'd both be vagabonds
Yeah, that would be more than ideal

I’ve been carving your name in my ceiling
Just hoping maybe you’ll hear it
I’ve found home in unfamiliar places
Time spent alone, time on my own
Just know I always see your face
Wherever I go

Well it's hard
Living on the highway
I'm in a lane all of my own
Maybe you can tag along
We'd both be vagabonds
Yeah, that would be more than ideal

There's a pocketful of misery here
There's a pocketful of misery that I will sew shut
I won't let it bother me again
No I won't let it bother me again
No you won't let it bother me again