Here I am, stuck in a rut again. Just me and a blanket, A memory and a pen. I should probably go outside, Find a place to play. But its not the same, When you’re 15 hours away. So I’ll sit here while, I write a song. Am But it feels all wrong. Cause I don’t wanna sing, If you’re not listening. I don’t wanna go Anywhere that you don’t follow. I don’t wanna be. Here if you’re not with me. Cause no matter what I do, Its always better with you.