P.R.C. Video (MV)

There is something warmly inviting about the aroma of girl in your bed
And when she leaves you it's still in your
Pillow, your ashtray, and still in your head
Thumbing through pictures the faces grow faded
The bills are unpaid and my money is spent
I find myself asking will I ever see her
And maybe it's better, delusion at best
If I were all alone, not subject to her tribulations
Maybe I could get some sleep
If I weren't busy reconstructing reasons for our breakup
I might learn to see beyond her face

There's always too many reasons
All keeping me running right back to her face
There's just as many that should keep me planted
Like anchors so I run in place
Now she is asking if this can continue
And my head is swimming so what will I do
I spent too much time, preparing, despairing
This wrench in my plan is now turning my screws

I wish that I could say goodbye
But angry tears of regret
Burn my cheeks, drowning me
I wish that I could find the words
The words to say I love you
And make you stay In my bed for life