So goodbye, so long, the road calls me, dear / And your tears cannot bind me anymore / And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes / Can I kiss you and then I’ll be gone (Tom Waits)

All my drowning friends can see / Now there is no running from it / It’s become the crux of me / I wish that I could rise above it / But I stay down with my demons / I stay down with my demons (The National)