I’ve got enough on my mind
That when she pulls me by the hair
She hasn’t much to hold onto
She’s keeping count on her hand
One, two, three days that I’ve been
Sleeping on my side
Verse 1:
I finish kissing my death
So now I head back up the steps
Thinking about where I’ve been
I mean it’s always never like this
I wanna feel with the season
I guess it makes sense
That my life’s
become as
vapid as
A night out
in Los
Angeles
And I just
wanna stay
in bed
I hold you like
I used to
You know that
I am home
So darling if
you love me
Will you let me
know?
Or go on, go on, go on
If you’ve been thinking
that the
worst is yet to come
Why am I
the one
Always
packing up
my stuff?
For once, for once, for once
I get the feeling
that I’m right
where I belong
Why am I
the one
Always
packing up
my stuff?
Verse 2:
She’s got enough on her mind
That she feels no sorrow
I let my faith fill the air
Now she’s rolling down the window
Never been one to hold on
But I need a last breath
So I ask if
she remembers
when
She used to
come and
visit
Man, we
were fools
to think
that no
thing could
go wrong
Or go on, go on, go on
If you’ve been thinking
that the
worst is yet to come
Why am I
the one
Always
packing up
my stuff?
For once, for once, for once
I get the feeling
that I’m right
where I belong
Why am I
the one
Always
packing up
my stuff?
I think I kind of
like it
But I
might have had
too much
I’ll move back down
To this
western town
When they
find me out
Make
no mistake
about it (2.5x)
Why am I
the one
Always
packing up
my stuff?
Go on, go on, go on
If you’ve been thinking
that the
worst is yet to come
Why am I
the one
Always
packing up
my stuff?
For once, for once, for once
I get the feeling
that I’m right
where I belong
Why am I
the one
Always
packing up
my stuff?
I think I kind of
like it
But I
might have had
too much
I’ll move back down
