Fly off the handle once again and now it's too late I hear the door slam shut you've gone and now it's so late I can still feel the sting your hand across my face Again the last thing that I wanted was to hurt you
Still I'm sitting alone again I feel I'm riding the same thing again And if I want to I can just shut up
And still I'm fighting 'cuz there's
I hear your car drive in the lot it's 3 this morning I don't know how to feel or what to say or should I ask Where have you been what could I do you're drunk I'm sorry Then we lay down I feel so numb I wish you'd kill me
Fly off the handle once again and now it's too late I hear the door slam shut you've gone and now it's so late I can still feel the sting your hand across my face Again the last thing that I wanted was to hurt you