And I don't wanna talk about love anymore
'Cause it's getting too much for me
I don't wanna think about love [?] things he told me

He's been [?] my house since '92
But I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you
I know there's something in my bed [?]

[?]
You know what you've done to me
[?]

I don’t wanna go to my house anymore
'Cause it just makes me sad
Every last thing is [?] waiting there for me
And I am [?]
Give a little [?] me know
Come back home
Go back outside

Don't wait too long, I don't want you to be tired of me
I'll be coming along, I'll be coming along