from south carolina to san francisco i m always waiting here outside of this door i hope that my key fits i hope that this lock clicks because i ll find you standing there with your dyed black hair we ll put that old record on and dance to your favorite song the one that i wish i made but wouldn t ever play because of the war in me that killed my self esteem but somehow when i m with you my state of mind improves and i won t need that medicine to concentrate again and i know it isn t fair to expect you to care for someone who won t get well i think we can both tell that this the final night to get this goodbye right so i hope that when i leave you will still think of me not as i am today but as someone you wanted to stay from south carolina 