I know it's not over. Baby, I worked this out for sure. It's gonna be colder now that you've forced open the door. I know you better than I ever have before. I know you. I know you're a fighter, but you never fought for me when I was a shelter. So you're not heading home to me. We could be closer.
We'll take a long walk, down the alleys of these houses. And we'll talk, see what conversation rouses when we're alone. When we're alone, it could be home.
When it's just us, you show me what it feels like to be lonely. You show me what if feels like to be lost. I take your hand for you to let it go.
It's gonna be better.
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