And you know it's over when she says something
Along the lines of I've been thinking about myself and all those things you want
There's a rebel yell I keep on the inside
I'm too young to swallow all this pride
Yeah, I think you're wrong, but I'm no good at fighting
And I know you think that you're doing the best for me
But you should think about yourself I don't need your sympathy
Tell me, where does that get me
So I walk home to a house full of questions
The front door asks me about my day
But the mirror looks concerned and he won't turn away
And I'm sorry, mother, call me next week
Cause I'm too busy peeling the floorboards back
What's the make of a man scared to be home alone
And I know you think that you're doing the best for me
But you should think about yourself I don't need your sympathy
Tell me, where does that get me
I wanna be done with love songs for a while
They tend to remind me I wanna be done with love songs for a while
And say what I mean
I think you've been busy living
Two years out beyond your body
And I don't care that I'm doing the same
At least I know that I should be here
Cause what's so great in running to nowhere?
And living forever, who says that won't hurt
I think we're making the same mistakes
Over and over, praying it never works
And I know you think that you're doing the best for me
But you should think about yourself I don't need your sympathy
Tell me, where does that get me