We found a house in the country-side,
The seasons passed by in only a blink of an eye,
A country turned into a city within a year of us moving in.
I’m scared I might not make it home,
Why don’t you let me into your heart again?
Please don’t keep pushing me away.
I belong in the service of you; I just belong anywhere but in between.
I dare you to forget the love we used to share,
The feeling we both got when we held hands,
You may quote the Good Book when it helps your argument at your own convenience.
But you don’t have the common sense to see the way and the love we used to have.
What happened to our country house and that James Dean CD we played for hours a day?
You tell me all your life you have always been under pressure,
But my heart isn’t your pillow, you can’t just lay on it when you need love and comfort.
Hey, it’s just me, so forget me life you did during each affair.
Just don’t expect me to pick up the pieces when he beats you up again…