Weekend getaway
God I wish I could runaway
You're giving me back
Everything I gave away
Well I don't want them back
I only want that back
But only if you are sure
I turned and walked out the door
I turned and walked out the door
Christmas Vacation
Up in her room
Are you sure? Let me go get it.
Here it is.
How appropriate, It's going to end
Right where it began
Well I don't think
that I should be here anymore
I'm six months into getting over you.
It figures you'd make up your mind as soon as I'd given up on you.
Cold winter's night
sometime around 3 a.m.
Me and her window
in a snow ball fight (again)
What the hell are you doing here.
I wish I knew
You don't have to come down
if you don't want to
So here we are again
I'm not begging anymore
It's funny how the tables turn
But still there are no chairs
What the hell am I doing here
You wish you knew
You don't have to go back
If you don't want to
Twelve-hundred miles and a broken heart away.
