This is war.
Every line is about who I don’t want to write about anymore. I hope you come down with something they can’t diagnose, don’t have a cure for. Holding onto your grudge. Oh, it’s so hard to have someone to love. And keeping quiet is hard. You can’t keep a secret if it never was a secret to start.
At least pretend you didn’t want to get caught.
All this time I was wasting hoping you would come around.
I’ve been giving out chances every time and all you do is let me down.
And it’s taken me this long, baby, but I’ve figured you out.
You’re thinking we’ll be fine again, but not this time around.
Looking so innocent, I might believe you if I didn’t know.
Could’ve loved you all my life if you hadn’t left me waiting in the cold.
And you’ve got your share of secrets and I’m tired of being last to know.
Now you’re asking me to listen because it’s worked each time before.
You had me falling for you, honey, and it never would’ve gone away.
You used to shine so bright, but I watched all of it fade.
You’re not sorry.
