I Was Going To Cross This Out

Leave the keys inside the mailbox
I'll be by tonight
Too young to hold on to old to just give up
I'll be by soon enough
If you won't change the locks
and throw away those keys (but don't bury)
I'd rather watch this place burn down
than let it all slowly engulf me
When you say goodbye
you better mean it for the last time
Leave the keys inside the mailbox
I'll be by tonight
Too young to hold on to old to just give up
I'll be by soon enough
But if I go don't put it out
If I go don't put me out
Just let it burn
Just let it burn to the ground
And I'll carry the last three years away
in this broken cardboard box
I guess I'm too young to hold on
and too old to just give up
I'll take one last look around the room
I've never felt so lost
I guess I'm too young to hold on
and too old to break free and run
I'm writing this all down
to let you know I gave you my very best
How could you treat anyone like this?
I would never treat anyone like this
But everyone misses someone more
than they would like to admit
So I'm writing you a six word letter
with no return address
to let you know I gave you my very best