She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?"
If pushing me away is what you want then
Congratulations you win first prize
And I know you don’t need me but
Did you really have to be so morbid about it all
Have some respect for yourself find
Some real company and a better
And here’s to everything we never were here’s
To being too easily forgotten and
Not important enough to mean anything at all
Raise your glass and hope to die
But I guess that’s what happens after
So long that’s what happened when
You fell in lust with the idea of me and
Being yours in the first place is where it
all went wrong.
I’ll be gone
Just like you wanted even though
I still hope you regret it in the morning and
That gives you the upper hand.
But I don’t care and I won’t care
You’ll never find your name fill my mouth