You walked into my house last night
I couldn't help but notice
a light that was long gone still burning strong
you were sitting your fingers like fuses
your eyes were cinnamon

you said you stood for every known abuse
that was ever promised to anyone like you
don't you wish you knew better by now when your old enough not to

and I can't decide over right or wrong
you left the feeling that I just do not belong

one drink too many and a joke gone too far
I see your face drive like a stolen car
harder to hide when your hitching a ride
harder to hide what you really saw

and I lost the line between right and wrong
I just want to find a place where I belong
don't I wish I knew better by now well I think I'm starting to

~Beth Orton