I still remember your name The sound of your voice The smell of your wore clothes I know the things aren't the same But give them a choice I wish that you'd froze
Well, it's always the blame It seems to enjoys Whenever I'm low I know that these are the ways To keep out the noise When my mind slows
So don't Don't make me come home yet Let me steep in my regret I've seen the ways that Love can pass for hate
I still remember the pain It follows me close Whenever I go I stored the feelings away And try to compose Whatever I show
Well, it's always the same And everyone knows What's written on my stone I know that these are the days It starting to show I've never quite flow
So don't Don't make me come home yet Let me steep in my regret I've seen the ways that Love can pass for hate
Ooh, ooh
I'm sick of the pain! I'm sick of the pain! I'm sick of the pain! I'm sick of the pain!
I'm sick of the shame! I'm sick of the shame! I'm sick of the shame! I'm sick of the shame!
I'm sick of it
So don't Don't make me come home yet Let me steep in my regret I've seen the ways that Love can pass for hate
So don't Please don't let me forget How I played with ill intent I've been the reason Love has passed for hate
