Halfway there but not just yet.
Not even close to where we want to get.
Slam the car door before the tears fall.
I won’t let you see what this really does to me…
Remember. All along.
Who you are. Where you’re from…
I have my doubts and thats a fact.
You come here and then you go back.
I’d just like to know where I stand with you.
Sweet words don’t ring true if you don’t follow through…
So you’re going again.
Cause its time to go home.
Just like every night.
I’ m gonna sleep here alone
What did I do to get myself so sensitive ?
How did it get to be so very complexative ?
Wrap myself up in cellophane
To protect me from the pain…