I got enough on my mind that when she pulls me by the hair she hasn’t much to hold onto
She keeping count on her hand One, Two, Three days that I been sleeping on my side
I finished kissing my death, so now I head back up the steps Thinking about where I’ve been, I mean the sun was never like this I wanna feel with the season. I guess it makes sense cause my lifes become as vapid as a night out in Los Angeles and I just want to stay in bed and hold you like I used to You know that I am home, so darling if you love me would you let me know?
Or go on, go on, go on, if you were thinking that the worst is yet to come Why am I the one always packing all my stuff?
For once, for once, for once, I get the feeling that I’m right where I belong Why am I the one always packing all my stuff?
She got enough on her mind that she feel no sorrow I let my fate fill the air so now she rollin down her window Never been one to hold on but I need a last breath so I ask if she remembers when she used to come and visit me we were fools to think that nothing could go wrong
Go on, go on, go on, if you were thinking that the worst is yet to come Why am I the one always packing all my stuff?
For once, for once, for once, I get the feeling that im right where I belong Why am I the one always packing all my stuff?
I think I kinda like it but I might of had too much
I’ll move back down to this western town when they find me out make no mistake about it
I’ll move back down to this western town when they find me out make no mistake about it
I’ll move back down to this western town…
Go on, go on, go on, if you were thinkin that the worst is yet to come Why am I the one always packin all my stuff?
Go on, go on, go on, if you were thinkin that the worst is yet to come Why am I the one always packin all my stuff?
For once, for once, for once, I get the feeling that im right where I belong Why am I the one always packin all my stuff?
I think I kinda like it but I might of had too much I’ll move back down…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
