Oh, the weeds of my head
I'm combing them down
The shiny brown shoes
Arriving again, I guess
Arriving again, I guess
And she's a regular broad
Alone in her room
You're right, I'm there too
Arriving again, I guess
Arriving again, I guess
It's easy to see why you know where I am
I run on my tiptoes to find you again
And I will
And I will
The scratch on my back means you know where I am
I run on my tiptoes to find you again
And I will
And I will
Well, nothing is easy
Don't you know nothing's not the easy way out?
Well, nothing is easy
Don't you know nothing's not the easy way out?
Well, nothing is easy
Don't you know nothing's not the easy way out?
Oh, me in my bed
And you in your ground
You're lying there still
Arriving again, I guess
Arriving again, I guess
It's easy to see why you know where I am
I run on my tiptoes to find you again
And I will
And I will