I hate the way I feel when I'm driving to your house
Knowing damn well how I'm gonna feel when I'm pulling out
Headed home on my own little drive of shame
I'm just so sick and tired of this endless quicksand game
I just can't commit to staying away
When I'm in the mood, my resolve will always fade
We do not care about each other, that's for sure
And I don't wanna hate myself for loving you anymore
I can't think of a way to politely say that I don't wanna see your face
It's already stuck in a thousand memories that I can't erase
When the mood strikes me, I think"what's a thousand more?"
Leaving my dignity with my clothes scattered on your floor
I just can't commit to staying away
When I'm in the mood, my resolve will always fade
We do not care about each other, that's for sure
And I don't wanna hate myself for loving you anymore