Typical
Complaining 'bout a miracle
When I'm sad to say, "I'm here" (Here, here)
It's unclear (Clear, clear)
Why I'm devastated
Broken is the understatement
Of this whole year (Of this whole year)
I disappear

But when I'm gone (Gone)
Gone with the wind
Pulling the skin off my bones
'Cause deep from within
This place that I'm in
Is never-ending

When you don't belong, the hills will know
It's visible you don't belong here
Long way down the road from the hill I know
Invisible, my weakness

Have you ever noticed
That your house don't feel like home? (Home)
In a room that you've outgrown
Scrubbing at the writing on the walls (Walls, walls)
Everybody's been there
So you try your best to leave (Leave)
I was told the grass is greener
But it's just a fantasy it seems

When I'm gone (Gone)
Gone with the wind
Pulling the skin off my bones
'Cause deep from within
This place that I'm in
Is never-ending

When you don't belong, the hills will know
It's visible you don't belong here
Long way down the road from the hill I know
Invisible, my weakness

The hills will know
The hills will know
The hill will—

When you don't belong, the hills will know
It's visible you don't belong here