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, it's nice to have around
You threw the first stone,
when 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
A love that I gave,
tied your hands like a slave
And your history was more than you could
bear
A state of re lentless 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 battle,
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 you