Exposed

Wasted time I confess Suitcases and regrets Expectations in my head Twin beds and cigarettes Calling one way telephones Making midnight drives alone To a place that's not my home I'm moving on I lost control I'm moving on I'm so exposed I'm so exposed Moving into the crowd Her face is covered with a shroud All these voices get so loud I can't sleep without you around Calling one way telephones Making midnight drives alone To a place that's not my home I'm moving on I lost control I'm moving on I'm so exposed I'm so exposed