I Drive Past A Light Store On The Way To Your House

I live in your mind
Years gone, weeks in time
You're just passing by
And the faces grow but I don't see
A thing I did or things I'd grow to like
You won't mind
You won't mind

And I seem to close
To the things that never stay the same
It's awful, its tragic it's just the way you are
I'm still sore
And I'm on your floor

And I, am just gonna like
The things to come
I'll force myself to always keep my life, on its track
It's never coming back

And I seem to close
To the things that never stay the same
It's awful, its tragic it's just the way you are
I'm still sore
Laying on your floor
And I'm still sore
Laying on your floor

And I seem to close
To the things that never stay the same
Its awful, its tragic, its just the way you are
And I'm still sore
Laying on Lees floor
And I'm still sore
Laying on Lees floor