Wishing away the only life that I have left,    I wish I could say a better life is on it's way.       You know it's true, I just can't stand this room.    I'm on the move, and I swear my aim is true.       A heavier head is better than an open wound.    A heart on the mend is one that I can't get used to.       I'm running out of towns to find my better half in    and I know it's far away,    but I'm ready now,    I found a person and a promise    and I don't know what I'll do.    But I swear my aim is true.