Derailed

When you make it to your driveway

Will you call to let me know that you're ok?

And when you make it to your bedroom

Do you collapse on your bed right away?

Or do you lay and think about how fucking lonely you've become?

You're obsessed with revenge and it's starting again

Bad tattoos oh and losing the saddest of friends

Ache through the days, 'cause you'll never mend your ways

When you make a decent living, will you buy me a train set and a hat?

So that I can sit alone in my room, sending people away from the ones they love

Or crash them into buildings, explosions, derailments and screaming children

Oh my god, I think I'm in love

Yes, I know that this must be love when you

Ache through the days, because you'll never mend your ways.