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