Not Having Fun

How come I wanna go home when I'm grieving?
 Everything seems far and I'm alone
 No I'm not mad but I've been mistreated
 I gotta leave and let these wildflowers grow
 Like the memory of your mother you are fleeting
 and I'm sure your mind is filled with thoughts unfair
 And I have a soft spot for those who are bleeding
 but I'm afraid that's a trait that we don't share
 Sweep my words up off the floor
 Oh I'm not having fun here anymore
 I said touch me only if it feels good for you
 and I'll pretend I like it when you bite my ear
 and when you leave with twisted banter as a warning
 I'll reclaim my body when the air is clear
 Your subtleties have left me far from wounded
 but these paper cuts are slowly welting up
 Don't knock out all my wind and slow my movement
 'cause I fear the way I feel without your touch
 Sweep my words up off the floor
 Oh I'm not having fun here anymore
 My friends all wondered why I still see you
 'cause outside my bed you don't seem to care
 They don't know what it's like to lay with someone
 who understands the family tragedies you've beared
 Sweep my words up off the floor
 Oh I'm not having fun here anymore
 Sweep my words up off... the floor
 Oh I'm not having fun here... anymore