Out in the bed of our truck with a six pack pen and paper in my hand
trying to tell you what went wrong The best way for you to understand
my bags are packed up at the door and the babysitters on the way
I didn’t want it to end like this but I know that I can’t stay
Not another minute living in shadows not another minute walking on eggshells
You know that I’m not happy surely you can tell
You’ve pushed me so far that I’m walking out the door
I gotta tell you now goodbye wasn’t something I was ready for
So here’s my key ill take my heart you can keep what things I left behind
I’m gonna get a new life from the start
Please do the same if you don’t mind
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