(Butch Walker & Chrystina Lloree) 



I just got on my plane today, 

I don't know when I'm coming back. 

Maybe a day or two, maybe a day or two. 

I'm drivin' two hundred miles, 

And haven't left the culdesac. 

I'm feeling stuck like glue, I'm feeling stuck like glue. 



(Chorus) 



I can wash my face, I can dress for real. 

I can act like I'm cool, like it's no big deal. 

As I stare at the clock, ‘til the paint starts to peel. 

I wonder what you're doin' right now. 

I like to ride the ferris wheel, just to see how it feels. 

Spinning round and around, then crashing to the ground. 

Don't think I'm weird at all, It's just I feel so small. 

When you start coming around, and I give up my crown. 



(Chorus) 



I never get the hellos, I never get goodbyes (goodbye) 

I never want to run and hide.