Layin down
in front of the tv...

I may have said "you were perfect",
but look at it closer...

Hold on,
wait a second...

Said that you were the good one,
the one i didn't need to erase...

Pick up the tray that hold memories,
thoughts that belong to you...

Though I may be jaded
and worn down...

He's whispering sweet nothings
into my ear...

He claims to be Mr. Nice Guy.
the kind of guy that will hold your hand...

I've had enough of playing games.
running around this pit of fire...

You come around
and start apologizing...

I walk around this world
hoping you would accompany me...

You make me feel at home
when you're around...