I do not know how much more
I could do for you so you could just be happy.
The high has finally worn out, so have I,
And you're not laughing
At the jokes I'd make to cheer you up
And the joy this house has let in.
When I said that I had loved you,
All I meant was this would happen for the worst.
The next thing you know I'm in a car
A hundred miles per hour
Down the freeway to see my kids
Before you go and leave forever.
Then I hit a patch of ice
To turn my driving into sliding
Killing two kids and their mother
Because of my selfish act of
Hiding myself from you.
We can't go home
Don't you get it? We can't go home.
Don't you get it? We cant go home.
Don't you get it? We can't go home
Don't you get it? Don't you get it?
And I'd give you one more shot
If you promised not to waste the bullet
'Cause your smoking gun is empty
While mine is fully loaded
Or so it seemed in that one moment
While our food was growing colder
And like our lust our trust was gone.
I'm getting sick of growing older.
We can't go home
Don't you get it? We can't go home.
Don't you get it? We cant go home.
Don't you get it? We can't go home
Don't you get it? Don't you get it?

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