Goes Away Songtext
von Andy Mientus

You see, when I initially got to New York, I wasn′t
Meeting anyone, and didn't have many friends, let alone
Uh, romantic relationships, and the people I worked
With weren′t going out to the same places I was, so...

At first, I'd go out to the bars
Just by myself, and just to drink
Searching for company, for friends, for sex, for fun, or just to think
I wasn't good at starting conversations ′round those guys
My tongue forever tied
So when this one guy said "Hello" and asked me if I′d like to go
I just said "Sure" and didn't care wherever he took me
And so we ended up at his place, doing all these lines of blow
My eyes were opened wide


Tongue is numb, but finally it′s looser
Lips are dry and heart beats fast
Find another substance producer
Make this last
Finally free of past inhibitions
Finally free to play
And just hoping that it never goes away

But then, of course, as these things go
I started doing more and more
And hanging out with all these people I had never met before
I'd take some pill and later wake up on somebody′s floor
In some disgusting den
And thoughts would often cross my mind
Like, "Just stay home tonight, alright?"
But then my hands would start to shake
My head would ache, I'd try to fight it
But the urge was way too strong
I′d grab that bowl and light it, do it all again

Grind your teeth and wait for the sunrise
Call in sick, not feeling well
Close the curtains, hate every sunrise
Daylight hell
Lock your door and pray that you make it through another day
While still hoping that it never goes away


Then, rock bottom, first you get fired
That's okay, more time to play
Paranoia, "Hey, you look tired"
They all say

Out of money, soon you're evicted
Where you gonna stay?
An idea into view
Start all over, life brand new
In deciding that it′s you who goes away
Just go away

Get out of the city, somewhere sort of pretty
Grab the life you thought you knew and tear it apart
Find a fresh beginning, call an extra inning
Clear away the broken pieces, make a brand new start
Find a job and say what you have to
Teaching music? Sure, why not?
Small town life, you just need to laugh through your own plot

Pack your bags and head for the station
Find a place to stay
And you′ll find yourself another part to play
It's your fruitless former life that goes away