Stories Untold - Audite lyrics

I do not know how much more I could do for you so you could just be happy The high has finally worn out, so have I And you're not laughing At the jokes I'd make to cheer you up And the joy this house has let in When I said that I had loved you All I meant was this would happen for the worst The next thing you know I'm in a car A hundred miles per hour Down the freeway to see my kids Before you go and leave forever Then I hit a patch of ice To turn my driving into sliding k**ing two kids and their mother Because of my selfish act of Hiding myself from you We can't go home Don't you get it? We can't go home Don't you get it? We can't go home Don't you get it? We can't go home Don't you get it? Don't you get it? And I'd give you one more shot If you promised not to waste the bullet 'Cause your smoking gun is empty While mine is fully loaded Or so it seemed in that one moment While our food was growing colder And like our lust our trust was gone I'm getting sick of growing older We can't go home Don't you get it? We can't go home Don't you get it? We can't go home Don't you get it? We can't go home Don't you get it? Don't you get it?