And she turned and walked away

And you don’t know how much it hurt

And that’s the way she wanted it.

You cry-laugh-cry, want to know why,

Trust me, trust me, so do I.

And your smell is in her nose

And your taste is on her tongue

And fuck! This hurts too much.

You cry-laugh-cry, want to know why,

Trust me, trust me, so do I.

And she’s wishing, dreaming this was different,

And she’s ready to come crawling back

And her hand is on the phone now

But

Then you said “I love you (know you)”,

And she wish-hate-knows that she was right.