Morning

The feeling of coming to no one there

You rip off my clothes as you rip off my life

Destroyed my world in a matter of words

You left me waiting, you left me undeciding

You left me waiting, you left me waiting

I hear the knock at the door

And I don't care who's not there anymore

This sound is driving me insane

And damn it nothing's going my way

We're at the point of talking about the morning

Trying to decide who's going to go

I think you forgot whose bed you slept in

And who is going home

I'm running through the forest by myself

I'm walking over oceans to you

Hey ma, I'm walking on water

Hey God, I think I'm your son

We're at the point of talking about the morning

Trying to decide who's going to go

I think you forgot whose bed you slept in

And who is going home

Don't stand there looking at me

Don't stand there looking through me

Just take your clothes and I'll open the door

Looking around, you don't live here anymore

I don't know what I can do for you

I'm not sure what I can be for you

Over some table in someone else's kitchen

Someone's talking but no one wants to listen

We're at the point of talking about the morning

Trying to decide who's going to go

I think you forgot whose bed you slept in

And who is going home