Go Home

It's impossible
The situation you put me in
Made me feel crazy
Enough to believe that I could win

All I said
Was that I liked you
I told you not to run
And you didn't even flinch

But you still go and call me up by ten
And on the phone, her name lives
When it's Sunday afternoon and it's time for you to go
Don't go to her, don't go to me, just go home

It feels endless
Having to act indifferent
When I know you know
But you act fucking clueless

And you'll still go and call me up by ten
And on your phone, a text from her is read
When it's Friday and you're driving down the road
Don't go to her, don't go to me, just go home

And you'll still go and call me up by ten
And on your phone, you're just "talking" to a friend
When it's Saturday, you're intoxicated to the bone
Don't go to her, don't go to me, just go home

Don't go to her, don't go to me
I know you know
Just go home