You see me comingComing back, coming homeWell, that can't be me'Cause I heard you're all aloneNot coming backTo your arms nowI'm not coming backI'm not coming homeYou said you're sorry for the things that you've doneYou said you love me and you're done being on the runBut you know you have said this to me beforeAnd when I defended you, you still walked right out the doorNot coming backTo you arms nowI'm not coming backI'm not coming homeI can still remember, you are five-foot tallAnd when I looked up at you, I felt very smallI thought you were just what I want to beAnd I don't need your picture hanging on my wall'Cause if I hung it up, I'm sure that it would fallI thought you were just what I want to beAnd I don't need your picture hanging on my wallI remember you just fine, you're five-foot tallTall, tall, tall, yeah