Dishes piled on the counter
You're not in the mood for me
A stale beam of light pulls your face from the night
And your gaze falls blank on the TV.
You never gave your two-cent share
But I was nice to have along
You threw the first stone, I turned you were gone
And that's the way the door revolves
I never planned to leave and you never planned to stay
It's too late for your questions, I have to walk away
Tears in a bottle and wounds that are sore
No one beside you to battle your war
But I cannot rescue your heart from the empty
I must release you for I've given plenty
I poured out like a rainstorm
You were dry under the bridge
The love that I gave tied your hands like a slave
And your history was more than you could give
I stayed over well-lost absence
You were near but self-absorbed
You mastered the game, played the thief, turned the blame
Just to spin the ball back into my court
I never planned to leave and you never planned to stay
It's too late for your questions, I have to walk away
Tears in a bottle and wounds that are sore
No one beside you to battle your war
But I cannot rescue your heart from the empty
I must release you for I've given plenty
