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