This is why we don't have nice things

I guess it's where we had to let it end.
It seems our best intentions came up

shorting us again. Can you see the
sunset from the highway? And can you
leave those plans for us behind? Cause
broken hearts they mend, to fall in love
again... You won't see me breaking...
When I leave you're keys there on the
night stand, and lock the door so I
can't walk in, and make sense of this,
cause there is no sense to this. When I
break a window and cut my hand, through

shattered glass I'll climb back in, and
lose my head again, and wonder where it
ever went. This is where we found
ourselves again. The same old resolution
loses meaning once again... And can you
see the sunset in New Jersey? And can
you leave that place we knew behind?
Cause love it tries to bend, the
breaking point within, you won't see me
waiting... There's time's I can pretend,
that I felt home again. But I keep wa