Here you go; you're falling out of love again.
It eats you up inside, but you just have to win.
You're getting out, but getting in a mess.

Books spell out his name in every page you read.
Pillows mock his frame with every thoughtless need.
You can't rely on your own helplessness.
You're getting out, but getting in a mess.

Where have you been?
You're always running from something you'll never shake.
You made your mistake, now come back home.

Fill the void with toys acquired from corporate freaks.
Nameless faces come and go 'bout once a week.
The beds you share won't separate the rest.
You're getting out, but getting in a mess.

Where have you been?
You're always running from something you'll never shake.
You made your mistake, now come back home.
What do you mean?
You've always seemed to be missing the final step.
From this point on you're on your own.

This game that we play, I can't be sure he's up for it.
But, if you promise to stay, I know he'll promise to never let go.

Where have you been?
You're always running from something you'll never shake.
You made your mistake, now come back home.
What do you mean?
You've always seemed to be missing the final step.
From this point on you're on your own.