It's a long night, the drive home, it's cold
Telephone poles, they line the road
And there's no one left home
And I've built up this god an no one knows where to find him
I guess you know yourself better, the love, the plague, the trigger
And I've given up, I've given up on this fighting
It's crippling exhaustion, and I'm the only one trying
If I didn't make it home
Would you know, would you know, would you know
That I've been trapped inside your syndrome
Since day one when you said this was more
And now my love's on the receiving line
Begging me not to let it go this time
And you and your self-fulfilling prophecies
And how you regret what you mean to me
It's a long night, the drive home, it's cold
Telephone poles, they line the road
And there's no one left home
Well you're not my god and I don't know where to find him
I guess I should've known better
I should've known better
If I didn't make it home
Would you know, would you know, would you know
That I've been trapped inside your syndrome
Since day one when you said this was more
And now my love's on the receiving line
Begging me not to let it go this time
And you and your self-fulfilling prophecies
And how you regret what you mean to me
If I didn't make it home, would you know
If I didn't make it home