Got another five hundred miles

Got another five hundred miles
But that doesn't mean anything.
It's just a warning light
It just means it can only get better from here
Farther away
No more past with anyone
No more of a reputation I'll never outlive
I don't have anything to prove anymore
Barbed wire never gets old and neither do your excuses
Keep me hanging on
I swear I'll never let go
And I'll be the last one standing when you've gone through the rest

I'm going to get away from all this, and everything that surrounds me
And you
And all of us
I only need a quarter tank to get somewhere where no one knows me
I only need a gallon to get somewhere where you can't find me

I only need a simple call back for you to prove me wrong
But a hug from someone who doesn't exsist to make it ok

Can I possibly scream any louder
Make a bigger scene
What can I do to get my point across?
Or has it already been made and this is my answer
This is what I get
I get the point. I promise.

Remember, I'm the one everyone thought was crazy, and I still haven't outlived my reputation. I'm that boy who cried wolf and take my word for it, I'm too late.