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