What It's Like

You can run off to a small town
And spend some time alone
You can learn more bout yourself in one day
Than ten years at home
You can come of age without her
In the basement of some church
You can confide in some strangers
And tell them where it hurts
You can see that if you're honest
There is no getting caught
You can show up at her doorstep
And beg for one last shot
But you know that her decisions
Are only hers to make
And you still can see the beauty
In your greatest heartbreak
You're walking through the graveyard
In your Sunday's best
Where the old versions of yourself
Are laid to rest
What it's like for you aint what it's like for me
What it's like for you aint what it's like for me
You done a bad thing for a good reason
You aint picking fights with strangers
At the dark end of the bar
You aint parked on Cerro Gordo
Sleeping in your brothers car
You aint resurrecting demons
When the full moon gets too bright
You aint locking up your feelings
To let them loose at night