You left on Monday morning
I couldn’t help but think it kinda strange
Thought you’d choose a Friday babe
Give me time to sit and wonder why
Give me time to realize my crimes
I heard a song on Tuesday evening’
I couldn’t help but think it kinda strange
Listenin’ to a young girl singin’
“I’d rather feel the hurt than nothing’ at all”
Hell don’t she know that’s what the drugs are for
I figure she just ain’t been hurt before
You said we’ve said it all
You said it wasn’t me but you
Every cliché you could think of
But not a single word rang true
I met a guy on Wednesday morning’
I couldn’t help but think him kinda strange
Moanin’ bout his old girl’s talkin’
And how he loved to curse her now and then
But couldn’t wait to have her back again
You said we’ve said it all
You said it wasn’t me but you
Every cliché you could think of
But not a single word rang true
I saw a guy on Thursday evening’
I couldn’t help but think it kinda strange
Staring at him in the mirror
Even though his guilty look’s the same
Ain’t it funny how a man can change
You came back Friday morning’
I couldn’t help but think it kinda strange
Why I just stood there cryin’
You never asked what I was cryin’ for
You just turned around and closed the door
And when you turned around and closed that door
I knew I couldn’t love you any more
You said we haven’t said it all
You said it’s time for me and you
Every cliché you could think of
But when you told me that you’d thought it through
And you told me that your love was true
Then every single word rang true
Every Single Word
You left on Monday morning
I couldn’t help but think it kinda strange
Thought you’d choose a Friday babe
Give me time to sit and wonder why
Give me time to realize my crimes
I heard a song on Tuesday evening’
I couldn’t help but think it kinda strange
Listenin’ to a young girl singin’
“I’d rather feel the hurt than nothing’ at all”
Hell don’t she know that’s what the drugs are for
I figure she just ain’t been hurt before
You said we’ve said it all
You said it wasn’t me but you
Every cliché you could think of
But not a single word rang true
I met a guy on Wednesday morning’
I couldn’t help but think him kinda strange
Moanin’ bout his old girl’s talkin’
And how he loved to curse her now and then
But couldn’t wait to have her back again
You said we’ve said it all
You said it wasn’t me but you
Every cliché you could think of
But not a single word rang true
I saw a guy on Thursday evening’
I couldn’t help but think it kinda strange
Staring at him in the mirror
Even though his guilty look’s the same
Ain’t it funny how a man can change
You came back Friday morning’
I couldn’t help but think it kinda strange
Why I just stood there cryin’
You never asked what I was cryin’ for
You just turned around and closed the door
And when you turned around and closed that door
I knew I couldn’t love you any more
You said we haven’t said it all
You said it’s time for me and you
Every cliché you could think of
But when you told me that you’d thought it through
And you told me that your love was true
Then every single word rang true
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