Tried talking, but it didn't help me much in the end
You would go back, just to do it again

Found peace in a broken dream where I'm not supposed to pretend
You would drag me back to your living room shell

And I know, I'm never quite comfortable
turning round the stones you throw, at me when we disagree

I bet sometimes you realize I've been playing all of your games
I fell right back to, something that ain't true, it's the start of the end

And I know, I'm never quite comfortable,
turning round the stones you throw, at me when we disagree
And I hope, someday I'll be comfortable,
turning round the stones you throw, at me when we disagree

So I'm back, back again, in the town that I left,
to forget, and it drags, pulls me to the edge
I found you, by the tree, on the hill, where we'd sit,
gaze the stars, no alarms it all comes back to you