Hanging out front of that Greyhound station
You're butting all your smokes out onto the wall
You got your bags all packed but your face says
I'll be back, I just need to get out of town for a while
You need a break
You need a break to know I'm the one for you
Head in the guillotine doesn't mean nothing to me
Waiting for the right time to call back
Ya well, baby it's fine I understand you were right
Let's go back to when we made each other feel alive
When those sweet small glances turn into stale romantics
It's never too late for an honest try
Just roll back, be a little slow to react
Drop the bags and come back inside
You need a break
You need a break to know I'm the one for you