Why Am I the One

I got enough on my mind that when she pulls me by the hair She hasn't much to hold on to She keeping count on her hand; one, two, three days That I been sleeping on my side I finished kissing my death, so now I head back up the steps Thinking about where I've been, I mean the sun was never like this I wanna feel with the season; I guess it makes sense Cause my life's become as vapid as a night out in Los Angeles And I just want to stay in bed And hold you like I used to You know that I am home, so darling if you love me Would you let me know... Or go on, go on, go on, if you were thinking that the worst is yet to come Why and I the one always packing up my stuff For once, for once, for once, I get the feeling that I'm right where I belong Why am I the one always packing up my stuff She got enough on her mind, that she feel no sorrow I let my faith fill the air, so now she rollin' down the window Never been one to hold on but I need a last breath So I ask if she remembers when, she used to come and visit me We were fools to think that nothing could go wrong Go on, go on, go on, if you were thinking that the worst is yet to come Why am I the one always packing up my stuff For once, for once, for once, I get the feeling that I'm right where I belong Why am I the one always packing up my stuff I think I kinda like it but I might've had too much I'll move back down to this western town When they find me out make no mistake about it I'll move back down to this western town When they find me out make no mistake about it (I'll move back down to this western town) Go on, go on, go on, if you were thinking that the worst is yet to come Why am I the one always packing up stuff Go on, go on, go on, if you were thinking that the worst is yet to come Why am I the one always packing up stuff For once, for once, for once, I get the feeling that I'm right where I belong Why am I the one always packing up my stuff I think I kinda like it but I might've had too much I'll move back down...