Feeling Neglected?

Halfway home and ready to turn around but i can't turn around my dream (five days a week i go to sleep at dawn, and feel alone although you're warm. ) halfway home and ready to drag it out because this slowing down suits me. (oh what way did i take to come to this place? Oh what way did i take to get here?) Halfway home and ready to turn around but i can't turn around my dreams (five days a week, i drive you home from work and see the way your face is marked with fatigue. fatigue suits me.) I can't turn around and this slowing down suits me and i'm feeling neglected anyway. it's the reason i'm leaving you.