(butch walker & chrystina lloree)
I just got on my plane today,
I don’t know when i’m coming back.
Maybe a day or two, maybe a day or two.
I’m drivin’ two hundred miles,
And haven’t left the culdesac.
I’m feeling stuck like glue, i’m feeling stuck like glue.
(chorus)
I can wash my face, i can dress for real.
I can act like i’m cool, like it’s no big deal.
As i stare at the clock, ¡®til the paint starts to peel.
I wonder what you’re doin’ right now.
I like to ride the ferris wheel, just to see how it feels.
Spinning round and around, then crashing to the ground.
Don’t think i’m weird at all, it’s just i feel so small.
When you start coming around, and i give up my crown.
(chorus)
I never get the hellos, i never get goodbyes (goodbye)
I never want to run and hide.