One more long day, it's time to go. It's back again and out the door. What to expect or what I'll find -- will you have gone away this time?
Will you run as I come home?
I'm feelin' as though things should've been this way before. All the quips that we care to call but all to no avail. We're at the brink of it all, watch you kill what is left as we fall. I'm hoping that you will finally find somebody else. But what'll I do? What'll I do?
So I'll confess, I cannot lie: what I expect is we'll divide. You're outta sight, you're outta town, but I won't cry if I'm let down.
Before I'm there and we're undone, can I repair what's said and done? Is it too late? Am I too soon? Just thinkin' of what's up with you.
We've fallen apart and we're undone -- could not repair what's said and done. I was too late but not too soon. I should have known what's up with you. You've left me now but things are fine, or are they not? Oh I can't tell. I'm feeling up -- I don't know why -- when all I want and all I need is by my side here with me.
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