Dad left early for the mountains Mom drove to Essex to run errands Iain lives downtown In a complex with four friends It’s been two months since graduation I eat and sleep and do my makeup Designated driver at the gay club My life is ruled by common sense And low alcohol tolerance There are less and less things I’m afraid of Shirley Temples and a lease I’ve yet to sign Bite my nails down I-89 I hate the feeling that there is some debt to be repaid That for whatever reason, I owe this place I lie down on Randi’s floor I teach myself to play new chords I call my college friends And say “I wish I could teleport” But at least it doesn’t hurt to be here anymore Shirley Temples and a lease I’ve yet to sign Bite my nails down I-89 I hate the feeling that there is some debt to be repaid That for whatever reason, I owe this place Nothing feels as big as it used to It doesn’t burrow down in my tissue Funny how the weight lifts When there’s nothing left to prove I am who I was back then I am still the teacher’s kid I guess that home was a space I had to grow into Funny how the weight lifts When there’s nothing left to prove Nothing left to prove Nothing left to prove Nothing left to prove Nothing left to prove