(butch walker & chrystina lloree) I just got on my plane today, I don't know when I'm coming back. Maybe a day or two, maybe a day or two. I'm drivin' two hundred miles, And haven't left the culdesac. I'm feeling stuck like glue, I'm feeling stuck like glue. (chorus) I can wash my face, I can dress for real. I can act like I'm cool, like it's no big deal. As I stare at the clock, ¡®til the paint starts to peel. I wonder what you're doin' right now. I like to ride the ferris wheel, just to see how it feels. Spinning round and around, then crashing to the ground. Don't think I'm weird at all, it's just I feel so small. When you start coming around, and I give up my crown. (chorus) I never get the hellos, I never get goodbyes (goodbye) I never want to run and hide.