Home is where the heart is, she says. Well then nhow can I just get her outta my head? Isolated and I'd rather be deadnthan just hanging on to something I'll regretnnShe's so pessimistic,nsomebody ought to save her.nBetter cut her off from all this anger before she runs a muck over my heart. Save this last dance for me nand take me back to things nI never got a chance to see nover timennThank God this is goodbyennFrustrated, overrated;ntake my hand and call it hatred. You're the one, you're the one for me. Bottled up my feelingsnall for nothing and I can't take it.nLet me out;nget her outta' my headnnShe's so pessimistic, nsomebody ought to save her. nBetter cut her off from all this anger before she runs a muck over my heart. Save this last dance for me nand take me back to things nI never got a chance to see nover timennThank God this is goodbyennEverything she said were lies;nthe way she moved, so dead insidenAnd everything we ever had is over. Everything she said were lies;nthe way she looked, so teary-eyed. nAnd everything we ever had is overnnAnd this time, were throughnn'Cause shes so pessimistic, nsomebody ought to save her.nBetter cut her off from all this anger before she runs a muck nover my heart.nSave this last dance for me nand take me back to thingsnI never got a chance to see nover time.nnThank God this is goodbyen