I have spent many days regretting the days I've spent regretting Believe me, it's an endless cycle Just like the anxiety of being anxious Fast heartbeat, sweaty palms Skin so hot, eyes so lost Remember that phase when this happened every other day? Baby I'm tired and want to go to bed But my bus is late and hasn't gotten here yet So I just wait I don't know what it is that has got me like this But I feel something strong that's holding me Holding me down But I don't want to bother you Baby I hate feeling like a weight It's just that I wait all damn day to get home to you Maybe stop feeling blue Oh and lately I've been feeling that you don't want me to And you yell at me: "Just say how you feel, I really want to go, but I'll stay if you need" And I do, I do When has this stopped being fun for you? Last week you smiled, yesterday you nodded And today you cry and cry