Every February

Every time I come back to this town,
I search every street
Just to make sure there's no chance in Hell
You'll ever see me.

I take a walk down memory lane,
Just me and myself.
But every time I come back to this town,
You catch up to me, and I don't know how.

Why do you feel the need,
Every February,
To show up at my door
In those blue jeans that I love?
What is it that makes you think
You can come 'round here at all--
That you can push me when I'm just about to fall?
What is it that makes you think
You can even come and talk to me
After all you said before,
When you stood outside this door and screamed at me?
And why do I feel the need
To give into my buckling knees
Every February?

Every morning after, I wake myself up,
Take a look in the mirror,
Get strong and get tough.

Order you out of this bedroom
And wearily slam the door.
I peek outside of the curtains
And watch you get into your car.

You always sit there for a minute or two
Just staring at me.
Every time I come back to this town
You know it's me I don't want you to see.

Why do you feel the need,
Every February,
To show up at my door
In those blue jeans that I love?
What is it that makes you think
You can come 'round here at all--
That you can push me when I'm just about to fall?
What is it that makes you think
You can even come and talk to me
After all you said before,
When you stood outside this door and screamed at me?
And why do I feel the need
To give into my buckling knees
Every February?

Every time, I
Want to find the strength to say no.
But you know too well,
I'm never going to.
Yeah, you told me
I was the single worst thing
That ever showed up at your door.
So why do you keep showing up for more?

Why do I keep wanting more?

Why do you feel the need,
Every February,
To show up at my door
In those blue jeans you know I love?
What is it that makes you think
You can come 'round here at all--
That you can push me when I'm just about to fall?

You always push me when you know I'm gonna fall.

What is it that makes you think
You can even come and talk to me
After all you said before,
When you stood outside this door and screamed at me?

And why do I feel the need
To give into my buckling knees
Every February? (x2)

Every time I come back to this town
I search every street
Just to make sure there's no chance in Hell
You'll see me.