Black Hole Town - Cursive

Got a job at the paper mill

Building boxes for retail

Getting a little over minimum

Maximizing all my time

Big thoughts keep me occupied

Daydreams of a different life

Wondering where these boxes go

Filling up some daydream home

A world that we will never know

This town’s a black hole

This town’s a black hole

This town’s consuming you

It’s a vacuum of light

If we just left tonight…

I forget what’s keeping me

From boxing up my own things

This is where I was born and raised

In that regard, I guess it’s safe

Or, is it something sinister

That holds my old bones prisoner

Somedays, I can’t get out of bed

For all the voices tearing through my head

We hang our hats in our own hell

This town’s a black hole

This town’s a black hole

This town will steal your soul

And before you know it, you’re 50 years old

This town’s a black hole

This town’s an asshole

This town will drag you down

It won’t let you get out

We gotta leave now…

This town’s a black hole

This town’s a black hole

This town will steal your soul

And before you know it, you’re 60 years old