I see the car that your mom keeps sending, when I breathe it feels just like my life is ending. I think of the one that I most respected and all the words that I'm now regretting.
Id hold them now, but i'm bruised and beaten and I'm alone and I've barely eaten.
And it seems just like the way it goes that down the road we may have known about the love in both of us we push and shove, betray the trust, don't let this make a fool of us i'm tired hungry broke and just wish I could come back home