fly off the handle once again and now its too late

i hear the door slam shut you're gone and now its so late

i can still feel the sting of your hand across my face

again the last thing that i wanted was to hurt you

still i'm sitting alone again

i feel i'm writing the same thing again

and if i want to i can just shut up

now i know that i've got

nothing to prove to you

and still i'm fighting cause there's

something to prove too

i hear your car drive in the lot its three this morning

i don't know how to feel or what to say how should i act

where have you been what could i do you're drunk i'm sorry

then we lay down i feel so numb i wish you'd kill me