words & music by Nate Shelkey
Mid-morning phone call
It’s at work and I’m not in the mood
“We’re not going out anymore
and there’s another girl”
“Well, how can this be?
Last night was fine-
n fact, better than ever,
everything seemed so right”
Well, it rained so hard that I forgot myself
and I remembered that I lied
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
There’s nothing that I can do
What do you mean do?
You’ve done it already
You win, I lose
Why don’t you just fall
in front of an oncoming bus?
Do you hate me that much?
I do, I do. Hate you.
Does it happen so fast
when you look the other way?
Are you really that good at pretending?
Maybe my eyes were closed and shut
I never thought you’d cheat
’cause it’d hurt too much
If this were a game of cards,
I’d probably look the other way
But not with me. . .
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
There’s nothing I can do.
What do you mean do?
You’ve done it already
You win, I lose
