I left Long Island a long time ago, my mom sung along to the radio. The foliage was beautiful that autumn night. Nothing compared to those sights
You strayed away and lost touch, the distance was way too much. I guess that's what friends do. I guess that's what friends do.
Ghosts keep coming up but they're not dragging me down.
I won't let you get the best of me. You'll be the anchor, I'll be the ship, I'll cut the ties with one quick clip.
I came back a few years later, I tried to fit in, belong again. You looked the same, but your views changed. You were hurting everyone you knew.
I realized that I had to run, I was moving forwards, not wanting to stop. I wasn't gonna let you hold me back. I wasn't gonna let you hold me back.
Ghosts keep coming up but they're not dragging me down.
I won't let you get the best of me. You'll be the anchor, I'll be the ship, I'll cut the ties with one quick clip.
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