Michigan

I'm out of control I think you'll end up regretting decisions that you made so many months ago You're always on the phone You tell me to hold my thought Until you're on your own And I misunderstood Hanging on the thought of what you and I could I'm out of control I think it's better to walk away forever than to stay here alone You thought that I would fold You never thought I'd be so cold Now you're on your own And I'll walk from home to Michigan So I won't have to hear from you again I'll just pack my bags and I'll go And I'll walk from home to Michigan So I won't have to hear from you again I'll just pack my bags and I'll go