Dishes piled on the counter
You're not in the mood for me
pulls your face from the night
And your gaze falls blank on the TV
You never gave your two cent share
But I, it's nice to have around
You threw the first stone,
when I turned you were gone
And that's the way the door revolves
And you never planned to stay
It's too late for your questions,
No one beside you to battle your war
But I cannot rescue your heart
I must release you for I've given plenty
I poured out like a rainstorm,
you were dry under the bridge
tied your hands like a slave
And your history was more than you could
A state of re lentless absence,
Just to spin the ball back
I never planned to leave,
and you never planned to stay
It's too late for your questions,
No one beside you to battle your war
But I cannot rescue your heart
for I've given plenty you
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