compromise after compromise
i leave myself here to fend
to fry in the summer heat
with no one to shade my face
because i couldn't pretend
to love him anymore
because i couldn't keep my
hands to myself anymore
because 2500 miles is
2500 miles too many
and because the only part
of him left here is not
within me and every new
johnny makes my light head
spin and every new
johnny makes my little hands
sweat and every new
johnny makes me doubt
my love for him
i can't forget the feeling of
compromise i leave myself
here to fend to fry
walking in shadows to hide
my face from the truth of his
longing that's crushing him
from the truth of his longing
that's not touching me