End of the Road

Same scenario seems every night
I'm looking for something that isn't a fight
Reluctantly I reach over and turn out the light
As feelings of emptiness begin to take flight.
You're driving us down a dead end road
I feel like there's more to it then I'm being told
The faster you drive, the more I grow cold.
This mind fucking game is getting really old. 
I wait for you to make your move
I don't know what I expect you to do
I don't know what I'm trying to prove
Or maybe baby just maybe I do.
I need to know before we run out of pavement
I need to feel more then words will let
Do you care that my needs aren't being met
I need you to take all of this confusion away
I need you to show me.
This isn't something that you can just say
And expect everything to be okay 
You're driving us down a dead end road
I feel like there's more to it then I'm being told
The faster you drive, the more I grow cold.
This mind fucking game is getting really old. 
Words won't cut it not anymore
They cannot give me what I'm yearning for
It's something i have to feel through physical connection. 
 Instinctually you'll act upon it because it stems from a place of affection. 
I need you to innerstand and seek a deeper personal reflection 
I hope this knowledge is guiding you in the right direction 
You're driving us down a dead end road
I feel like there's more to it then I'm being told
The faster you drive, the more I grow cold.
This mind fucking game is getting really old.

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