A symphony of screen doors, slamming on a sunday
Surf the couch, don't come home till Monday
Long car rides and short answers
Each day we're going nowhere faster
This has got to end
But I don't know where to begin
And I feel so ashamed when you call my name
Or when I walk through the front door
Each holiday is a tragedy
You keep screaming at me and keep swinging at me
And then you wonder why Jamie's gone
But it's been coming for so long
I'm so great
At holding back tears in your face
I wish you knew how this felt
But you could never understand
This is the fourth chapter of my confession
I hope you read it
I'm leaving footprints in the snow from all
My painful secrets
And I can't forget
How could I forget?
Surf the couch, don't come home till Monday
Long car rides and short answers
Each day we're going nowhere faster
This has got to end
But I don't know where to begin
And I feel so ashamed when you call my name
Or when I walk through the front door
Each holiday is a tragedy
You keep screaming at me and keep swinging at me
And then you wonder why Jamie's gone
But it's been coming for so long
I'm so great
At holding back tears in your face
I wish you knew how this felt
But you could never understand
This is the fourth chapter of my confession
I hope you read it
I'm leaving footprints in the snow from all
My painful secrets
And I can't forget
How could I forget?
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