it's sad that i am so prepared
let's just say i wasn't scared
i appreciate the effort
i appreciate the good times
i do
i figure you're gonna be sad
for the record we'll just say that i'm mad
i understand your restrictions
i understand your position
i do
new york isn't so far away
i'll pack the furniture and plates
i remember the covered bridge
i remember you were so scared
i do
the bedroom is a neutral ground
where the wounds make another sound
i don't believe you were alone
i believe what you're not telling me, yeah
i do
you don't have to say much at all
with your bags up against the wall
i enjoy the mythology
i enjoy the taste of whiskey
i do
you don't owe me anything
except for the decency
to not make a scene
it's sad that you're under prepared
but this isn't a mistake we can share
i know how to touch where it hurts
i say the right thing when it counts
i do
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