A blank stare
You watched it swallow me
Empty parking lots and hotel vacancies
I'm sleeping
On your mother's couch again
Third time this week (this feels like home to me) I could get used to this
Don't count on me
I can't fill promises I swore to you I'd keep
Sometimes silence is the only thing that speaks
Cause your quiet and that's ok with me
Don't count on me
I can't fill promises I swore to you I'd keep
We're laughing so stupidly
Same time next week I know you'll have to leave
Don't count on me
I can't fill promises I swore to you I'd keep
Don't count on me
I can't fill promises I swore to you I'd keep