I woke up in the wrong bed,
on the right side.
Don't know what got into me last night.
It must have been the wine or those blue jeans
or the way you were looking at me.
But everything about you was blowing my mind.
I woke up with a headache
and a Tylenol
and a note that you left on the pillow.
"Lock the door when you go,"
and that was all He wrote.
Where you go, I've never been too sure.
Maybe I'll never know the story behind that worn out tattoo.
And maybe I'll never know why you're so cold and how she hurt you.
And maybe I'll never know why every time I ask about you, you say that I don't want to know.
But I do.
Maybe I'll never know anything about you,
but I want to.
It's always been like this.
I don't know why I'm still so surprised.
You're always gone when I open up my eyes.
It must be you and your soft kiss
and the way you're holding me like this
that makes me sink into your every lie.
Maybe I'll never know the story behind that worn out tattoo.
And maybe I'll never know why you're so cold and how she hurt you.
And maybe I'll never know why every time I ask about you, you say that I don't want to know.
But I do.
Maybe I'll never know anything about you,
but I want to.
It's never going to change.
It's always going to be same.
And I'll probably sit and bet into your game.
"Lock the door when you go."
That's all you've ever wrote.
But this time, I've got something to say.
Maybe I'll never know the story behind that worn out tattoo.
Maybe I'll never why you're so cold and what I can do.
Maybe you'll never realize that I keep coming 'round because I want you.
Maybe I'll never know anything about you.
But I want to.
I want you.
Maybe I'll never know anything about you.
But I want to.
