Words and music by Patrick Wickenden Hunter
Come inside she beckons with her hands she doesn't speak aloud
I drove her home barefoot young guns you know I didn't thin about it
Nothing matters much to her take your seconds take your thirds
I cannot stop what I've created the sensation makes it worse
Are you happy that you did this are you happy that i know
Are you happy getting up are you happy going home
Sometimes the only thing I think is of this perfect set of things
Sometimes all I wonder is are you all alone
Sometimes the only thing I think is of this perfect set of things
Sometimes all I wonder is is this what it feels like letting go
Out on the streets just another wild child she is wandering alone
Late at night she whispers can I come inside
And I watch her as she sleeps balancing between two lives
I cannot save her although god knows I have tried
Are you happy that you did this are you happy going down
I bet you make yourself so angry I bet you make your mom so proud
Sometimes the only thing I think is of this perfect set of things
Sometimes all I wonder is are you all alone
Sometimes the only thing I think is of this perfect set of things
Sometimes all I wonder is is this what it feels like letting go
And I'm saying you're any better I'm not saying that I lied
But you said nothings forever and I never told you different did I?
Sometimes the only thing I think is of this perfect set of things
Sometimes all I wonder is are you all alone
Sometimes the only thing I think is of this perfect set of things
Sometimes all I wonder is is this what it feels like letting go
Is this what it feels like letting go?