Well I said, “Are you sure,”
And you said, “Doesn't matter,”
But I can't seem to remember what that means
So I didn't look back
And I spent all your money
On a tank full of gasoline

When that had run out I left my last measly dime
In a cab out on first street where I left my mind
In a cheap motel room with a **** who would find
I'd be gone in the morning, not a dollar behind
She'd be paid in a song that she's too good to hear
On an old mixed tape for the next one

Well I have to say I believed every word
And remember your face turning gray when you heard
That I'd be leaving next Tuesday but soon would return
And you needn’t wait up for long

All the ******* you spat about loving your life
And the stories of your ex at home sharp’ning the knife
I can’t say I wasn't convinced but you had a few tells
I was too dumb to see

Now I'll make a living staring out at the pier
Writing dumb ****** songs of how it was with you here
And you can find someone who has common sense
And  find out just how much they'll put up with
But when the curtain falls and our time has run out
Maybe backstage again you'll let me taste your mouth
But just in the corner so no one can see
When you're in the “bathroom” and I'm being me

And I wonder if I'll ever write a love song again
And if what we had was just a lie
Or if maybe she wears better lipstick than me
Or if there's anything special you see in her eyes

Does she write you poetry and let you read it?
Does she draw a little worse than you?
Can she keep up with words like “perception” and know something’s wrong like I used to?

Or does she just not mind when you're high?
Does she not even care what you do in your life?
Does she give you pills with poison inside
And tell you that it'll be fun?
Well she's the one, isn't she
She's a real ******* keeper
You don't ever let her go
Because that's what you want, someone who doesn't care
And I'm not sure of the point when I started to know