I'm getting over "most of me"...that's all I give:
Almost always "most of me"
And I'm getting tired!
But I say, "We're doing fine,"
Well, that's what I say: You and I are doing fine
But this is exhausting, this love, and it's working...
Honestly, I know you know
And it hurts to say, but we've been here a year or so
And it feels like blue collar
All those loving things you said, well they're hard to hear
And I'm confused and scared to d**h...
And it's all bread and bleeding, and inside I'm screaming:
This is how it is, all along
A half-empty bed and you're still waiting up
I'm coming home again, all alone
Just tell me you want me to and I'll lay back down
And I'm sorry, for all my pretending
But you know me, where else would I go?
And I'm sorry, for all my pretending
But you know me, where else would I go?
And I'm sorry, for all my pretending
But you know me, where else would I go?
This is how it is, all along
A half-empty bed and you're still waiting up
I'm coming home again, all alone
Just tell me you want me to and I'll lay back down