i'm not from here, i just live here

it's not a goodbye
if i'll see you next week
but you packed all your things
& you patched up the leak

you won't turn around
to see all you'll miss
the world spread ahead
so much more than you wished

you were the glue
that stuck us all here
but your lease is run thru
& we're melting with tears

your star will explode
into powdery light
wherever you go
will be that much more bright