Back To the Radio

Lock all the windows and march up the stairs And you're looking to me but I'm so unprepared for it Nothing's the same and I swear that I'm haunted It's not fair to you and it's not what I wanted But we cannot get better If we can't talk about it And I miss what we were but you've closed yourself off to me We sit here together, the same as we've always been Laughing and talking but I want to cry to you Laughing and talking but I want to cry to you Sit still, do nothing, what if it mattered? I'm trying to help without breaking or shattering We almost got better, we're so unprepared for this Running straight at it I'm not the right man for this Lock all the windows and shut all the doors And get into the house and lie down on the cold, hard floor Talk back to the radio, think loud in the car I miss everything now, we're worth nothing at all So, lock all the windows and shut all the doors And get into the house and lie down on the cold, hard floor Talk back to the radio, think loud in the car I miss everything now, we're worth nothing at all So, lock all the windows and shut all the doors And get into the house and lie down on the cold, hard floor Talk back to the radio, think loud in the car I miss everything now, we're worth nothing at all