| She’s cutting out the bruises
|
| Forgetting her excuses
|
| For being here again
|
| With a suitcase packed and waiting by the door
|
| In her head
|
| Convinced herself she hasn’t lost enough to quit
|
| But tonight she lays here thinking
|
| «What if I just left
|
| In the middle of the night
|
| Back to California
|
| And never looked back?»
|
| She’ll fantasize about it
|
| Every single day
|
| But she can’t find it
|
| In her heart to run away
|
| And no one’s listening
|
| With Northern Massachusetts
|
| On his knees to stay
|
| He’s begging
|
| «Please, oh, baby, please, I can explain
|
| It won’t happen again»
|
| He’s putting out the fires
|
| And he’s making her believe
|
| He’s really changed this time
|
| But it’s obvious it’s just another line
|
| Lapse and relapse
|
| And again she lays beside him thinking
|
| «I'll pretend
|
| In the middle of the night
|
| My eyes are closed, I’m sleeping
|
| But I won’t come back»
|
| She’ll fantasize about it
|
| Every single day
|
| But she can’t find it
|
| In her heart to run away
|
| And no one’s listening
|
| With Northern Massachusetts
|
| On his knees to stay
|
| He’s begging
|
| «Please, oh, baby, please, I can explain
|
| It won’t happen again»
|
| It won’t happen again
|
| How long can this last?
|
| The final straw was the hospital
|
| At least she told herself that
|
| But she just can’t find the strength to end it
|
| I just left
|
| In the middle of the night
|
| Back to California
|
| I’ll never look back
|
| She’ll fantasize about it
|
| Every single day
|
| But she can’t find it
|
| In her heart to run away (to run away)
|
| And no one’s listening
|
| With Northern Massachusetts
|
| On his knees to stay
|
| He’s begging
|
| «Please, oh, baby, please, I can explain
|
| It won’t happen again»
|
| It won’t happen again |