Is it the cheating that you just can't stand
Or the way that it comes so easy
Waiting for the other foot to land
As we make our way back home
On our way on our way home
we pretend to listen to the radio
On our way on our way home
These perfect lawns roll by

Is it the beating that you just can't stand
All the way that he seems like nothing
And all the bruises on his hand
That you know that it hurts him too
On our way on our way home
we pretend to listen to the radio
On our way on our way home
These perfect lawns roll by

Phone call after decent hour
Letter underneath your door
Flower awaiting by your pillow
On his knees on his knees
First thing you remember is a look of fear
That told you everything you need to know and you ignored
First thing you remember is a look of fear
That told you everything you need to know and you ignored
(on his knees...)