Friday, September 30, 2011

Out of Goodbyes

I'll instead savor this week of misery with lots of whining, whining, and whining. Private. On my own. Till I get sore and numb. When this is finally over and we've run out of goodbyes, I'll make sure there's no turning back and everything will simmer down to absolute oblivion.





You tell me actions speak louder
But there’s something about her words that hurt

Closing up it's so late and
I’m the last one, still waiting for you to unlock the door

On our way home I realize
There’s some kind of storm brewing in his eyes, only veiled by a thin disguise

And now that I’ve done my time
I, I need to move on and I need you to try
Cuz we’re out of goodbyes, we’re out of goodbyes, out of goodbyes

Never asked you to change, but sadly you don’t feel the same about me
I wonder does your man, still shudder when you touch his hand, like this man

And on our way home I realize

There is some kind of storm brewing in his eyes,
Only veiled by a thin disguise

Now that I’ve done my time, I, I need to move on
And I need you to try
Cuz we’re out of goodbyes, we’re out of goodbyes, we’re out of goodbyes


"Out of Goodbyes"
by Maroon 5 feat. Lady Antebellum

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