From the album "Relative Calm" (2006)
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One of my best friends split up with her husband after 12 years of marriage. I guess it shocked me that all the time and love they'd shared was forgotten in their battle over material stuff.
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The things we shared were not the things
I thought they were, but it’s alright ‘cause
I don’t care, they don’t mean much to me.
I may not stay to help you pack,
don’t even know if I’ll be coming
back today, so please just leave your key.
Started out with nothing
That’s the irony
Thought we had it all when
We had only you and me.
What a blinded bitch I must
have been to let you go and not
have seen the coded signals that you gave.
I compromised, unquestioning,
And my demise could be foreseen as
I turned out to be a damned cliché.
Refrain
I look at your inventory
of things you need, and one of them’s not
me, it’s almost more than I can bear.
So take the things that matter and just
leave, remove all trace of you and
prove to me that you were never there.
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