| I’m always fitting into boxes |
| Got used to doing what you wanted |
| I guess I mistook you for belonging |
| Now all that’s left is something haunting |
| I cried the whole way home from London |
| You changed the locks, I kept my key |
| Had to explain it to my family |
| All of the hurt they couldn’t see |
| Oh, you used to say you wouldn’t leave |
| I’m walking down the street |
| Wet clothes, grieving |
| Yea, God knows you’re not a healer |
| What did you want from me |
| I gave you everything |
| I paid for heaven but I’m here |
| I’m still here |
| I’m still here |
| Your brother tried to call me |
| He didn’t know that it was over |
| How could you offer me the whole world |
| And never give me any closure |
| Oh, you used to say you wouldn’t leave |
| I’m walking down the street |
| Wet clothes, grieving |
| Yea, God knows you’re not a healer |
| What did you want from me |
| I gave you everything |
| I paid for heaven, but I’m here |
| I’m still here |
| I’m still right here where you left me |
| I’m still right here, come get me |
| I’m still right here where you left me |
| I’m still right here, come get me |
| I’m still right here where you left me |
| I’m still right here, come get me |
| I’m still right here where you left me |
| I’m still right here, come get me |
| I’m walking down the street |
| Wet clothes, grieving |
| Yea, God knows you’re not a healer |
| What did you want from me |
| I gave you everything |
| I paid for heaven, but I’m here |
| I’m still here |
| I’m still here |