i'm too caught up in this i placed all my bets on the hope that i'd get away, get escape i'd find it in you
end of the earth stupid cliche coming true i'm coming with you if you let me
it's getting colder in pennsylvania; heat's too expensive to waste on me, me alone
but the hot water is included in the rent; hour long showers, dress in layers and i'll be okay
accept my mother's charity she knows the struggle that i've seen she prayed for me last night: "just let her be happy"
and i'm playing the game you do i'm not playing fair, i should know better than to get angry, get jealous but still i do
it's getting colder in pennsylvania; heat's too expensive to waste on me, me alone
and somehow i believe that moving further north, further west or anywhere else i'd be warm, i'd be okay
killing me softly with the song i've written about you, to torture myself, remember how it really feels, when i've tricked myself into feeling warm again