Therapeutic parked car conversations Will lead us through this year's congregation Of bleeding hearts and broken bones I'll see you when I get home Don't you wait up for me Don't wait for me Some things are meant to be lost So I'll make the best of bad advice and bad news Cause this is who I am, and all I'll ever be I had your best interest in mind Could you say the same for me Oh the tables have turned You tied me up in forget-me-knots I left you hanging on my back porch So call this self diagnosis I'm a product of your afterthoughts (your afterthoughts) Like petals pulled from roses (they wilt away) Pick me through I love you nots Don't you dare stop and wait for me Don't wait for me Some things are meant to be lost So I'll make the best of bad advice and bad news Cause this is who I am, and all I'll ever be I had your best interest in mind Could you say the same for me Could you still say the same for me How did we let it get this far We both know I'm worth more than this How did we let it get this far We both know you're worth more than this How did we let it get this far We both know we're worth more than this