You're blocking the doorway.

You do a back flip
and make me clap until my hands ache
complain you're sore for days.

I'm tired and my gut hurts.
You're rolling around in my head
I've got a bed we don't sleep in

Is this it? Is that all this is?
Baby you're trying to make me leave
I've been the best

Gave you everything you ever needed
everything you wanted
everything I longed for

Washed the dirt off your back
even when you don't come home

Told you baby I can't sing
but still wrote you a song

I cannot hold on
I cannot hold on

Purple stained longer
than this bruise will

Please don't hold on
Please don't hold on