• It's late, twelve A.M.
    And I'm sitting by the phone.
    You left me here,
    Now I'm waiting for you to come home.

    Take back your paragraphs.
    Take back the cold words you said to me.
    Come back, unpack your bags.
    This isn't the way I want this to be.

    I need you now.
    I'm all alone, I'm insecure.
    I'm calling out.
    Don't be the door that closes.

    What happened to the days
    Were we laughed untill we cried?
    That's all gone away,
    And it feels like I've died inside.

    Take back your paragraphs.
    Take back the cold words you said to me.
    Come back, unpack your bags.
    This isn't the way I want this to be.

    I need you now.
    I'm all alone, I'm insecure.
    I'm calling out.
    Don't be the door that closes.

    When one door closes,
    another opens they say.
    Can you walk through open doors,
    when closed ones beg you to stay?

    Take back your paragraphs.
    Take back the cold words you said to me.
    Come back, unpack your bags.
    This isn't the way I want this to be.

    I need you now.
    I'm all alone, I'm insecure.
    I'm calling out.
    Don't be the door that closes.

    Can you walk through open doors,
    when closed ones beg you to stay?