None of it seems to matter Now that you’re not laying next to me Baby, it’s the morning after I miss your smile as the sun creeps in I know I’m the one that chose this But it’s still hard to try and let you go I swear I feel your fingertips Pulling me right on home
Tell me What am I going to do? To stop myself from running back to you Please tell me What am I going to do? To stop myself from running back to you Tell me What am I going to do? To stop myself from running back to you Please tell me What am I going to do? To stop myself from running back to you Running back to you…