Maybe I don't want this just as much as you miss the point.
Every time I say these words, well, they all come back to burn.
I’d be crazy not to drown, the words are coming back.
Please be good to me.

If I say the path is clear, is it prejudice or fear?
If I came knocking on your door, would you ask what it was for?
Maybe everything just goes in circles 'till you close yourself around in here.

In here, I could come home again.
It would be easy not to let met in, I felt as if I never left.
In here, I could come home again.
It would be easy not to let me in, I felt as if I never left and...

Maybe I don’t want this, have you felt the worst yet?
Locking eyes and slamming doors, have you felt the worst at all?
Id be crazy not to drown, these words are coming back.

Please be good to me