++why am i the only one?

I finished kissing my death,
So now I head back up the steps
Thinking about where I've been.
I mean the sun was never like this.

I wanna feel with the season.
I guess it makes sense.
'Cause my life's become as rapid as
A night out in Los Angeles,
And I just wanna stay in bed.

I hold you like I used to.
You know that I am home.
So, darling, if you love me,
Would you let me know?

Or go on, go on, go on, if you were thinking that the worst is yet to come.
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff?
For once, for once, for once I get the feeling that I'm right where I belong.
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff?