You waited for me to fall solo
As I lived my little life
You told me I should take the high road
As if the low was not your home

I'm stuck in line to catch a plane while writing you
Funny how all my luggage is more than two
Pounds over safety regulations

Did I pack too much? Did I say enough?
Can you hear me now, while beggin' on your knees?
I had to be there for me, I had to learn to be free
But all you had to do was tell me that you weren't
Waitin' for my call

I grabbed my bag and hit the highway
So far from what you control
Signs speak of our new life by the bay
And you're in here rent-free

I'm stuck in time inside my mind while writing you
Funny how every memory is an excuse
Forming the mold of regulations

Did I pack too much? Did I say enough?
Can you hear me now, while beggin' on your knees?
I had to be there for me, I had to learn to be free
But all you had to do was tell me that you weren't
Waitin' for my call

I had to be there for me, I had to learn to be free
But all you had to do was tell me that you weren't