| So don’t take me, take me home again
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| I’d rather be standing on my own two feet
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| Trying not to push anything away
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| There’s only so much I can take
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| (My fist lets the wall take the blame)
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| I’m not sad, I’m not numb
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| I’m not anything at all
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| But I definitely feel a change
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| All the smoke in my eyes feels good enough to stay blind
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| And lately I’ve been wondering why
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| You’re not the only one, no you’re not alone
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| I can’t stress this shit enough, but just to let you know
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| It’s all about the way that you picked up the phone
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| I might as well have spilled my guts to a dial-tone
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| So don’t take me, take me home again
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| I’d rather be standing on my own two feet
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| Give me back my light
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| Without it, it’s hard to see at night
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| (My eyes will adjust with time)
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| And I can still feel your touch
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| And I just love you so much
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| Your work won’t be left undone
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| You’re not the only one, no you’re not alone
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| I can’t stress this shit enough, but just to let you know
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| It’s all about the way that you picked up the phone
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| I might as well have spilled my guts to a dial-tone
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| So don’t take me, take me home again
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| I’d rather be standing on my own two feet
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| Letting the air out of this bad situation
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| Painting my walls blank, it’s time to start again |