Departure.

I left my girl with my troubles, I watched them float away in a champagne bubble.

I left the wall lights on. And a bass line thumping to the same sad song.

I left the ink to dry on paper, it's like history repeating but you get to see it later.

I left my brogues at the door, barefoot running out for somewhere to explore.

Because it's so easily repeated.
But I want more I'm so conceited.
I already know what happens next, so I'll leave now with no regrets.

But first I'll thank you very much, for leaving me so out...of...touch.

I took the phone off the hook, and forgot about your voice like once read books.

I took just enough liquor, to tame the fire in my chest to a slowly burning flicker.

I took your picture from it's frame, and watched you burn away in an orange blue flame.

I took the things you made me trade, and cashed them all in for destiny delayed.

Because it's so easily repeated.
But I want more I'm so conceited.
I already know what happens next, so I'll leave now with no regrets.

But first I'll thank you very much, for leaving me so out...of...touch.

I pulled the shades from my face, took my eyes from the darkness and put them back in place.

I pulled myself from the ground, looked up at the clock and set the time to now.

I pulled your scent from my shirt, rolling up my sleeves I rubbed my hands in the dirt.

I pulled your memory from my head, to live another day. Yesterday is dead.

Because it's so easily repeated.
But I want more I'm so conceited.
I already know what happens next, so I'll leave now with no regrets.

But you should thank me very much, for leaving you, so out of touch.