I just got on my plane today, I dont know when Im coming back. Maybe a day or two, maybe a day or two. Im drivin two hundred miles, And havent left the culdesac. Im feeling stuck like glue, Im feeling stuck like glue. (chorus) I can wash my face, I can dress for real. I can act like Im cool, like its no big deal. As I stare at the clock, til the paint starts to peel. I wonder what youre doin right now. I like to ride the ferris wheel, just to see how it feels. Spinning round and around, then crashing to the ground. Dont think Im weird at all, its just I feel so small. When you start coming around, and I give up my crown. (chorus) I never get the hellos, I never get goodbyes (goodbye) I never want to run and hide.