Ode To Dan Testo

How come I never act the same when I'm with you? How come things seem to just come out all wrong? And how come things have to change from what they were? How come I have tell you through a song, yeah. You make my days hot and my days so long. I lay in bed to think what I did wrong. Do you love me or are we just friends? If it's up to me well then it all depends cause, some day I'll find you running away with me, and we'll see. If you could see me now I'm so much stronger then I used to be, then I used to be.