I've got this sinking feeling coming up inside
I can't let this go into my head
I can't be here
You can't trust me
Everyday I take the long way home.
I see nothing of me in the things I own.
Everyday I ask myself why life ain't fair.
Why am I praying to a God I know isn't there?
It's the dead of winter.
It's freezing cold.
I'll just sit here all alone
Everyday I take the long way home.
I see nothing of me in the things I own.
Everyday I ask myself why life ain't fair.
Why am I praying to a God I know isn't there?