Downtown chicagoland, standing by myself
In a drunk alleyway, i used to be someone else
But who that is or was, an empty lot overgrown
Past selves, visages, fade into the unknown
The scenery is changing, but i'm bound to my old ways
Not knowing who to blame or who to ask for help
A never-ending hallway with only shadows of exits
Every corner from afar a mirage of exodus
(i couldn't face it)
I never was a fighter
I never was a state done-in
And if it don't matter
You curse the walls where you stand
I never was a forest
I never helped you at all
Downtown chicagoland, standing by myself
In a drunk alleyway, i used to be someone else
If you know what i'm feeling
The curse is done
