Tacoma - Passafire

I’m back on West Coast time, baby

You don’t have to wait up for me

I was gonna call and tell a lie anyway

I’m thinking of the explanation that I owe you

But we aren’t even past Tacoma

Need another hundred miles to think it out

Just don’t make me make a decision

Make me miss what I’m missing

I’ve been doing alright

I’m back on East Coast time, baby

You don’t have to wake up for me

I was gonna tell you I was fine anyway

I’m thinking of a way to tell you how I know her

But we aren’t even out of Georgia

Need another thousand miles to think it out

Just don’t make me make a decision

Make me miss what I’m missing

I’ve been doing alright

Just don’t make me make a decision

Make me miss what I’m missing

I’ve been doing alright

I still pretend to hold you as I fall asleep

I still go to grab you after a bad dream

Can’t help but keep on playing with that candle flame

I hold on one second too long and it burns me

Yeah it burns me

Just make me make a decision

Make me miss what I’m missing

I’m not doing alright

Please make me make a decision

Make me miss what I’m missing

I’m not doing alright

I’m not doing alright

I’m not doing alright