I took a train to Boston and I wanted to cryHe's gone, I'm 24 and it's a Saturday nightI ran and took his jacket with the rip in the sideI hate when we fight, sucks when we fightBut honestly, whatever, he's just one of the boysI'll date for like a summer and I'll leave when I'm boredThis train is full of strangers but I might like him moreSaid I might like him more, yeah, no, I like him moreAnd that's just tough loveBut I mean it, really mean itI'm not charmed, so I'm leavingI laughed a second, he tried to call my bluffI guess it's always funny until it's notWhen I left him there to feel itCouldn't guess what I'd be leavingFor no chance, I waste my twenties on random menNot one of them is cooler than all my friendsAnd I hate to leave him bleedingBut I know, know what I'm leavingI'm walking by the river and I stop by the boatsAt night, it's kind of tempting just to see if you floatThe benches by the Charles gave me somewhere to goI feel like I'm home, there's a part on the roadI'm wasted with the sister of a boy that I metThrew someone back in college, she's a weird intellectShe liked to tell the truth and she was harsh but directHer boyfriends all left, she had that effectBut that's just tough loveAnd you're lucky to receive it, right?He'll crumble to piecesI laughed a second, he tried to call my bluffI guess it's always funny until it's notWhen I left him there to piecesCouldn't guess what I'd be leavingFor no chance, I waste my twenties on random menNot one of them is smarter than all of my friendsAnd I hate to leave him bleedingBut I know, know what I'm leaving forOh I know, now what I'm leaving forOh I know, now what I'm leaving forNo, I'm not gonna miss the way he'd kick me in my bed while sleepingAnd I'm not gonna miss it, friends and nights of their bitch drinkingAnd I'm not gonna miss his old inflated ego, shallow thinkingAnd I'm not gonna miss denying that I got my own reasonI laugh the second he tried to call my bluffI guess it's always funny until it's not what I leftI'm there to feel it, couldn't guess what I'd be leavingFor no chance, I waste my twenties on random menNot one of them is tougher than all my friendsAnd I hate to leave him bleeding, but I know not what I'm leaving for