So I always get nostalgic with that song. But in my room it's forced. It has to be in some car across the street. And I always catch the back of your head in a crowd.
Who'd you drag around my door. If I keep it cracked they won't be there no more. And who'd you leave along the way. Leave 'em there and don't come back today.
Hell, if I didn't play it wrong. That was the worst of me. Who are you to judge your bygone. It never followed me. . Oh, the smell, you wear it well. Is counterfeit.
So there's one more wound to cauterize. And there's one more fix behind the eyes. Here's hopin' it cuts me down to size. . Is it imagination or jealousy?.
So faint the walls behind me now. I know where they stand. I know the way home. Outrun the storm above our heads. Every other day. I know the way home.
Break off a little piece of happiness. No body gets hurt more or less. Whatever it takes to get you through. The night is gonna have to do. . Under the weight of daily bread.
If I take your side. The truth will divide. What I can't decide. Is which half is mine. I'll put off this fight. For one more day. It's so hard to keep.
So how do you beg for what's your own. Pick the pieces, lick the wounds. Stoke the fire, fan the flame. Squeeze the clouds, until it rains. Would you champion the cause.