home alone with my lost loves holding forth in my fingerless gloves it's hard to say what i do i make plans that i stick to and that alone makes us it hard to see me thirty-three and twenty hours through the woods to your mother's house with my pen i write worlds for you i give up i'll give anything but you it's hard to say what i do i make plans that i stick to and that alone makes us it hard to see me it's hard to say what i need if i have you and you have me that alone makes it hard to need any more and i don't want anything no i don't want anything and the funny part is i had it figured out it's hard to say what i do i make plans that i stick to and that alone makes us it hard to see me it's hard to say what i need if i have you and you have me that alone makes it hard to need any more