None of it seems to matter
Now that you're not laying next to me
Baby, it's the morning after
I miss your smile as the sun creeps in
I know I'm the one that chose this
But it's still hard to try and let you go
I swear I feel your fingertips
Pulling me right on home

Tell me
What am I going to do?
To stop myself from running back to you
Please tell me
What am I going to do?
To stop myself from running back to you
Tell me
What am I going to do?
To stop myself from running back to you
Please tell me
What am I going to do?
To stop myself from running back to you
Running back to you...