Coming Back Home.

This isn't the goodbye kinda night

It's far too cold for highway walking

I pick up the receiver

But I hear no one talking.

I slam it back down wondering why

My fingers tap out the tears as I begin to cry

You're never coming back home

I never wanted to be this alone.

If you could go back three months from today

Would you believe that you were in love with me or would you say

That it never happened, like some sick mirage

Am I the bullet you were strong enough to dodge?

It's me, my car, and the old radio

Some cheesy love song

I hate them for rubbing it in

I'd say I hate you, but that's wrong.

I always do 10 over the speed limit

The cops can come, but I wouldn't give a shit

When they stop me, I know just what I'll say as they frown

I'll tell them I'm just a dirty princess escaping from this dead-beat town.

Yesterday doesn't remember me

Today is not my friend

Tomorrow holds no certainty

But certainly, I'll love you 'til the very end.

I just wanted you to know I'm falling apart

I just want you to see me cry

So now I'm running off the icy blacktop road

And I just want you to tell me why.