You're glidin' down the silver spoon
And catchin' glints of fluorescent beams of light
And hidin' in my back pocket
The small, white rose I stole from the grocery store
And imagining you sitting there
A long, blank stare, flashing blue to red to the right
And if I make that drive on past the pike
Can't make wrongs right, though, I'm bound to try
Well, the simplest of words are those that burn the longest in our minds
And unless I follow through, I'll fall to you, and hell, well, we'll tow away with time
You dig out a hole to pull your past into
I've covered these wounds for too long; I've passed my dues
You sayin' you try to forget, but it just comes right back to you
Oh, no, oh, no no no
Lord, I'm comin' home
The aimless has the hall inside my home
The darkest of nights spent alone, alone
And my head hurts so bad from cryin'
But I ain't sad; no, I ain't sad at all
The blush gives out a wailin' moan
Towers of steel and glass and better stone, and better stone
No, no, I ain't sad at all
I just like watchin' nameless people walk the streets
Now there ain't much left to say to you
We're both different people as we both know
And maybe we'll get a motel room
Split the bill in two, and both go home in the mornin'
I'd give everything I own to volunteer
I could smell you that you were here before I was here
Oh, and Lord knows, we are bound to follow through
It's true, it's true, it's true
I'm still in love with you
MM