It was cold out
Barely past 35
You escaped to the bathroom
Long enough for me to collect my mind
While bartenders swarmed
With another round of gin
A release of words
That I had held deep within
You took my hand
Gripped it under the table
Tears were flowing
In a room of total strangers
Questioning if there
Was something you could have done
Built up in my head
But always supported by your love
And I know God hates me
So why should I behave?
If they really made me
Why'd they make me feel this way?
And I know God hates me
So why I should behave?
If they really made me
Why'd they make it feel this great?
Desperately, I am on my way
Desperately, I am on my way
Desperately, I am on my way
Desperately, I am on my way
