Fun. - Why Am I The One

I've got enough on my mind
That when she pulls me by the hair
She hasn't much to hold onto
She's keeping count on her hand
One, two, three days that I've been
Sleeping on my side

I finished kissing my death
So now I head back up the steps
Thinking about where I've been
I mean the sun was never like this
I want to feel with the seasons
I guess it makes sense
Cause my life's become as vapid as
A night out in Los Angeles
And I just want to stay in bed

And hold you like I used to
You know that I am home
So darling if you love me
Would you let me know?

Or go on, go on, go on
If you are thinking that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff?
For once, for once, for once
I get the feeling that I'm right where I belong
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff?

She got enough on her mind
That she feel no sorrow
I let my fate fill the air
So now she's rolling down the window
Never been on to hold on
But I need a last grasp
So I ask if she remembers when
She used to come and visit man
We were fools to think that nothing could go wrong

Go on, go on, go on
If you're thinking that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff?
For once, for once, for once
I get the feeling that I'm right where I belong
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff?
I think I kinda like it
But I might have had too much

I'll move back down
To this western town
When they find me out
Make no mistake about it

Go on, go on, go on
If you are thinking that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff?

For once, for once, for once
I get the feeling that I'm right where I belong
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff?
I think I kinda like it
But I might have had too much

I'll move back down