Maybe I don't like it here that much
Maybe I just don't feel quite the same
Five-hundred thousand people flooded the bus
On the day they opened
Maybe I don't like it here that much
Maybe it's just unresolved pain
That got stuck in wash-rinse-repeat cycle
In my brain

If I don't like it here
Then where will I go?
If I don't like it here
Then what do I know?
All alone on a crowded coast

Maybe it's just taken me this long (long)
To figure out what I actually want
Not in a story, not in a song
But in real life

If I don't like it here
Then where will I go?
If I don't like it here
Then what do I know?
All alone on a crowded coast

Love is a bat out of hell
What did you expect?
Neither know what to do when I'm looking at you
Expecting you to tell me exactly what to do

If I don't like it here
Then where will I go?
If I don't like it here
Then what do I know?
All alone on a crowded coast
All alone with my many ghosts
All alone

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Bethany Cosentino