You can live your life in solitude,

turn your back on those you knew

But the tarp you sleep on, well, it was made by man

And right before you leave your town

take one last good look around

because that's the last time you'll see what you knew

And everyone you loved before

will all come knocking at your door

but they'll be greeted with nothing but Fuck you

But I can see the joy in it

living in the forest,
cleansing myself in the morning sun

So go ahead, be my guest 
but i have just one request: 

bring a pen to write a letter home
ca