Out Of Goodbyes

Tell me «action», speak louder
But there’s something about her words
That hurt
Closing up, it’s so late and
I’m the last one still waiting for ya to lock the door
On our way home, I realize
There’s some kind of storm brewing in his eyes
Only veiled by a thin disguise
Now that I’ve done my time
I need to move on and I need you to try
Cause we’re out of goodbyes
We’re out of goodbyes
Out of goodbyes
Never asked you to change
But sadly you don’t feel the same
About me
I wonder, does your man still shudder
When you touch his hand?
Like this man
On our way home I realize
There’s some kind of storm brewing in his eyes
Only veiled by a thin disguise
Now that I’ve done my time
I need to move on and I need you to try
Cause we’re out of goodbyes
We’re out of goodbyes (we're out of goodbyes)
We’re out of goodbyes (we're out of goodbyes)