When the corners of the map kiss I'm really gonna do this Before I wake up tomorrow morning And throw it away I tried to find your manifesto On a library desktop You commandeered for yourself in glory And I'm in your way You said I know you, I hate you, I'm not what you're all about I know that you're not gonna get it so just get out I don't have the answers, I just hate to go outside Don't make it your life I was spat out on suburban roads of San Diego Into hedge maze, and driveways alike And I paced about it aimlessly to gain some ground. Without landmarks; with no end in sight I have no map, No phone Least of all a clue Of where to go or what to do Because I wrapped you up in ethos When you shook the ground beneath us And over-drafted faith in you I used to think I trailed so far behind you But you kept me optimistic on the tour So I traveled to this mountain top to find you Just to shrug as you showed me the door So I wandered round suburban roads in San Diego As I tried and failed to find my flight back home So you might feel disrespected but I can't follow without directions If you can't show me the way I'll find my own