I really hated orlando girls

at night they'd burn up our skies with their artificial lights
and the stars they'd hide in shame

and i'd shout "come back out, we're gonna need you around"
where will we be wishin now?

i'm taking the next train south
out of this fucking town
and when you stay behind and shout
i'll say "jared, quiet down now"
you know

this just isn't my town
this just isn't my town

i don't want to pretend that i'd like to make new friends
or meet another girl ever again

they say adjusting can be slow
but i know whats waiting at home

late night car rides drinking, drinking and the beach
or doing drugs on my street
with the people that i've grown to adore
they're really all i need

but here i don't feel much like myself
no here i don't feel much like myself
this just isn't my town