I might run off at any given time.
Don't leave no notes there ain't no reason to lie.
Guess I haven't found what I'm looking for.
Can't keep my hands to myself.
Or my eyes off the door.
Is it any wonder that I'm on to the next?
I'll be the first one to tell you.
And the last to forget.
Don't let me drag you into this bitterness.
Sometimes I don't even understand the half of it.
Sometimes I can't stand to be apart.
I walk around this city, alone 'til it's dark.
And if the sadness won't ever go away.
I suppose I'll build it a home.
So it has a nice place to stay.
Most of the time I don't mind the company,
But God I wish you would stay.
Why do you have to leave?
Seems like we always want what we can't have.
But that's just life baby, you can't get mad.
When there's no one to blame.
And nothing here to see.
You don't call, I don't blame you.
I don't even trust me.
Don't work yourself up.
Don't work yourself up.
Don't work yourself up.
Too much, too much, love.
-Tristan Prettyman.
Obama is a fraud.