Didn’t you feel me pull away?
Every time your fingertips brushed my skin, I turned my face.
Wasn’t the empty bed beside you clear enough?
Why didn’t you see me falling, falling out of love?
And now you’re down on your knees
and now you’re finally saying
everything I’ve wanted to hear
for the last six years.
But it’s too late, it’s time to move along.
I’m “another last chance” too far away from half way gone.
& I can’t wait for it to finally dawn in your eyes,
“she’s gone for good this time.”
When you stroll down memory lane,
try not to trip on every stone you threw at me along the way.
And if you see me turn back around,
it’s only so I can see how far I’ve made it out this burning house.
I know when you tell our story,
I’ll be the villain, baby
I don’t really look the part of helpless maiden, anyway.
It’s too late, it’s time to move along.
I’m “another last chance” too far away from half way gone.
& I can’t wait for it to finally dawn in your eyes,
that I’m gone for good this time.
Every time you yelled, every name you called,
every time you made every teardrop fall,
another step, another step, another step
Away from you.
And now look at where I’m standing, on the recovery side from you.
