I feel inside out, turned around.
I haven't been myself these days.
And I can be so wrong, or so right on. Just depending on the day.
And it's a long way home. Don't you thing you ought to stay?
'cause it's a long way home. I really thing you ought to stay with me.
I hold my head up high, pretend I'm fine.
I'm still kinda wondering why.
Because if it's you I want,
it's silly to play all these little stupid games.
'cause it's a long way home. I really thing you ought to stay
'cause it's a long way home. I really thing you ought to stay with me