You're killing me kid, but I know your intentions are good I read what you wrote out; ask me to slow down, I should I think you're trying to make it seem like it never could've meant enough But what I'm hearing you say is that you're running away 'cause it meant too much
So this isn't easy, I know the weather in Melbourne is best San Francisco got cold as I read your note walking Van Ness to Oak You said I guess I'll be home soon but things will be different, I'm sure So I thought that you should know if things are gonna change when you come home, Maybe this time don't...