Taking Back Sunday

Well it's getting colder and you're getting distant
and I just keep thinkin'
that I never meant it to be like this,
to be like this
You know what comes next, so do I
You’re begging for a way to gracefully bow out
and say goodnight!
It's worse than you think
On your way home you should have known
you never listen to me
(on your way home you should have known, you never listen to me)
I’m only complainin' to keep myself busy, sweetie
I’m only complainin' to keep myself busy, sweetie
I can’t say I blame you
but I wish that I could
I’m sick of writing every song about you