| We gather here, we line up
|
| Weeping in a sunlit room
|
| And if I’m on fire
|
| You’ll be made of ashes too
|
| Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe
|
| All the hell you gave me?
|
| 'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you
|
| Till my dying day
|
| I didn’t have it in myself to go with grace
|
| And you’re the hero flying around, saving face
|
| And if I’m dead to you, why are you at the wake?
|
| Cursing my name, wishing I stayed, look at how my tears ricochet
|
| I can see you staring, honey
|
| Like he’s just your understudy
|
| Like you’d get your knuckles bloody for me
|
| Second, third, and hundredth chances
|
| Balancing on breaking branches
|
| Those eyes add insult to injury
|
| I think I’ve seen this film before
|
| And I didn’t like the ending
|
| I’m not your problem anymore
|
| So who am I offending now?
|
| You were my crown
|
| Now I’m in exile, seeing you out
|
| I think I’ve seen this film before
|
| So I’m leaving out the side door
|
| Just step right out, there is no amount
|
| Of crying I can do for
|
| All this time
|
| I never learned to read your mind (never learned to read my mind)
|
| I couldn’t turn things around (you never turned things around)
|
| 'Cause you never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs)
|
| Salt air, and the rust on your door
|
| I never needed anything more
|
| Whispers of «Are you sure?»
|
| «Never have I ever before»
|
| But I can see us lost in the memory
|
| August slipped away
|
| Like a moment in time
|
| 'Cause it was never mine
|
| But I can see us lost in the memory
|
| August slipped away
|
| Like a bottle of wine
|
| 'Cause you were never mine
|
| But I knew you
|
| Leaving like a father
|
| Running like water, oh
|
| When you are young
|
| They assume you know nothing
|
| But I knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss
|
| I knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs
|
| The smell of smoke would hang around this long
|
| 'Cause I knew everything when I was young
|
| I knew I’d curse you for the longest time
|
| Chasing shadows in the grocery line
|
| I knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired
|
| And you’d be standing in my front porch light
|
| I knew you’d come back to me
|
| I knew you’d come back… to me |