You can sense i feel so insecure and for the life of me i cant make heads or tails of all this that we've been fighting for
there's nothing left in my pockets nothing left in my bones everything has been emptied out.
where do i go from here? when i want to leave my home. i have no where to go because there's nowhere i want to call home. unless of course i can claim your arms. cause that's the only place i can think of where i'll find no harm. but i know if i ask i'll be denied, and if i keep silent at least i'll stand by your side.
is it strange that i'm jealous of this girl i've never met? and i know your not with her now but yet... i have this feeling when you talk about her and your past, that i could never have that, at least here it would last.
one hundred and seventy eight days later you can only think about those blue skies. about the hows and the whys.
but i was the one right beside you that held you up, when you were letting go. and the second you got better was the one when i was forced to go.
since then weve been apart and granted ive sure made some mistakes. but know i'll always be ready for your heart.
i pray that when i see you on that cold snow day, we'll both be in the same boat and that somehow we'll stay just as close as we were once and grow closer still
and in the northwoods again we'll each find our home
