Frank Turner
The End of Another Great Weekend
It's gone

How many times will it take me
This gut-wrench of despair?
Tell me how can i stop me from breaking?
Pulled by the heels once again

I'm scared that i might speak the wrong words
Saying 'home' when i mean 'fear'
I have found everything that i need here
Now i'm pulled away again
I don't fucking need this

Tracing these well worn steps away
From the places i feel safe
From the people that i love
And holding back the welling over
From cloudy day to rain
Is the hardest thing to do

But i know we'll dance these steps again