Texty: William Fitzsimmons. Goodnight. Find My Way Home.

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My children are born
But I?m still half afraid
They?ll turn out like me and this mess I?ve made
This marriage I?ve taken for granted for so long

That trip that I took to the school back in March
You stayed with your sister
That girl that I told you was only a friend
Turns out that I kissed her

My sister?s a wreck
She has been for years
She fought with her father
I wonder if he knows she?ll be alright
Because God can fix her.

I know I can?t be forgiven
Why would I try?
I know I can?t be forgiven
Why waste my time?

That guy that you talked to over the phone
You said you were lonely
I gave you permission to call his part
If you cook for me only

I left all my shirts in the closet upstairs
Right next to the bathroom
I wonder if you could make sure they were clean
Before you return them

I know I can?t be forgiven
Why would I try?
I know I can?t be forgiven
Why waste my time?

Because I can?t find my way home
And I don?t know where to go

(Thanks to Trikdaddydru for these lyrics)