Testo Carousels in D

I called to say I'm leaving,
If I'm ever gonna leave it should be now.
I found a thousand reasons,
Maybe reason's all that keeps us on the ground

And everyone's a liar when they're asked to make a sound,
If killing me's the problem then your logic is upside down.
I held you're hands inside my shirt,
To keep then warm when winter came around.
Your drunken calls may worry me,
But the fact I worry tells you I'm worth holding down.

If keeping me's the problem well your problem ain't leaving town.
And if losing me's the answer well your loss will find me found...
don't find me found.