You waited for me to fall so low
As I lived my little life
You told me I should take the high road
As if the low was not your home
I'm stuck in line to catch a plane while writing you
Funny how all my luggage is more than two
Pounds over the safety regulations
Did I pack too much? Did I say enough?
Can you hear me now, while begging on your knees?
I had to be there for me
I had to learn to be free
But all you had to do was tell me that you were
Waiting for my call
I grabbed my bag and hit the highway
So far from what you control
Signs speak of our new life by the bay
And you're in herе rent-free
I'm stuck in time inside my mind whilе writing you
Funny how every memory is an excuse
Forming the mold of regulations
Did I pack too much? Did I say enough?
Can you hear me now, while begging on your knees?
I had to be there for me
I had to learn to be free
But all you had to do was tell me that you were
Waiting for my call
I had to be there for me
I had to learn to be free
But all you had to do was tell me that you were
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