I write mostly on Hotel Paper
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Knowing that my thoughts will never leave this room
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I'd be out of line telling you, "leave her"
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So I lie lonely surrounded by you
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by you
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Lately I can't be happy for no one
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They think I need some time to myself
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I try to smile but I can't remember
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And I know tomorrow there'll be nothing else
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And I wanted to be giving you everything that she's not giving
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And I wanted to see
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'Cause I didn't believe what i'd been hearing
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You turned out to be more than I bargained for
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And I can tell that you need to get away
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Forgive me if I admit that I'd love to love you
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We both realized it way too late
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And I wanted to be
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Giving you everything that she's not giving
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And I wanted to see
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'Cause I didn't believe what I'd been hearing
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Maybe this wind blowing in just came from the ocean
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I write mostly on Hotel Paper
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Hotel Paper
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| Michelle Branch |
