when i come home my clothes are thown nin the middle of the yardnand theres no notenwhat did I do to upset younso much that you've lost control of your heartnnI pick up a shirt that you bought menI try to call, you're not answering nwhere should I go? what should i do?nnSo I go to worknmy feeling are hurtnin the cube towards the backnand I think of the shirtnwhats this about?nyour jealousys boucednfrom the glass in your handnall over my couchnnI think of our time in HawaiinI look at pictures where we're smilingnnwhere should I go? and what should I do?nwhere should I go? and what should I do?nnAnd when I talk to younyour words are like a sharpened piece of glassnturn them down and take away the feeling that i hadnand behind our eyes the secret that we kept start to freezenI'm sliced apart and standing in your driveway sayingnplease...nnSo I come home npick up the phone nmake some plans with some friends nwho like to throw bonesnwhere are you now?nstill on the couchnwatching tube till some droolncomes out of your mouthnand all of the weight that you're gainingnyour work out is complainingnnwhere should I go? and what should I do?nwhere should I go? and what should I do?nwhere should I go? and what should I do?