Låttexter: American Diary. You Better Not Be Here When I Get Back.

I'll sit by, just watching all the trains hit the first stop, counting every second 'till the ball drops.
Restart so I can count all the extra time you needed, did you really need to waste your breath with my time.
I can put you, I can put you on a billboard, watch the colors dance and watch you let it fade away.
I can put you, I can put you on a billboard, watch you smile and watch you let it all fade away.

I won't be the one that's got your back now,
so pack your bags now, so pack up and move along,
move along, move along.

You don't have the insurance to pay for mistakes like these, so consider the obvious.
You fucked up and dropped a kiss on the lips of my favorite mistress, and she cries out in distress, yeah she cries out, I am helpless.
I can put you, I can put you on a billboard, watch the colors dance and watch you let it fade away.
I can put you, I can put you on a billboard, I'll watch you smile and I'll watch you let it all fade away

I won't be the one that's got your back now,
so pack your bags now, so pack up and move along,
move along, move along.

And now that you're leaving, I think it's time that you showed yourself...
And you're getting what you gave in, and it all comes back to you, now I'll leave the situation, and it's up to you to get through.

I won't be the one that's got your back now,
so pack your bags now, so pack up and move along,
move along, move along

(Thanks to Abby for these lyrics)