With You Around

Well the cancer of the twisted word
has pulled apart the confidence you've encouraged.
And the reasons that I'm breakin' now
seem to be the kinds of things you're letting go.

And yesterday
this all got harder,
'cause last night I was alone,
and I wanted you with me,
and I knew where you would be found.
And I wanted you with me,
'cause I couldn't hurt myself with you around.

But the car outside our house had you to himself
and that's when I knew that every promise
we had made about always being there
had different meaning now.