Don’t want to hear the answer
If I have to wait
It’s far too late for us now
Can’t bury myself in the idea
If you’re not here then I’m not here
Don’t want to be here
Shouldn’t have to ask
Set myself down slowly
It’s a long road
Full of pot holes
And I can’t drive manual anymore
Wind myself around a tree
Wind myself into a knot
It’s not you it’s me
Don’t want it to be.