No, I don't miss you yet
You're just a feeling I'd rather forget
So I pierce my skin and I buzz my hair
I'm going to Mexico
No, I don't feel the same
The lack of chemicals in my brain
Won't keep me warm, so I pause and pray
I don't wanna feel the cold
So I'm going to Mexico
Oh, Mexico
Sounds so sweet, but I'm going there alone
I tried to be myself, but still, I've got some room to grow
I'm going to Mexico
And I won't miss you then
The weight of every word on my chest
So I curse my name and my fragile frame
Anywhere could feel like home (Anywhere)
But I'm going to Mexico
Oh, Mexico
Sounds so sweet, but I'm going there alone
I tried to be myself, but still, I've got some room to grow
I'm going to Mexico
(Mexico, Mexico)
I'm going to Mexico
