It's the last song on the first half
Of the record I wrote for you
And I'm reminded where to put
The words you said when we fell through
I'm gonna leave you
There's things I've gotta do
And I don't need you
I'm better without having you around
What have I got left but a mixed-up chest
And a wall I can't see through
If all the dimes I had would bring you back
I'd count them up for you
There's a lineback player and an 8-ball fader
In a town that's built for two
And all the dust you left and happiness
Won't see your point of view
But now I'm leaning
To the better side of truth
And I'm just not seeing
A better man than me out there for you
I don't want to be your nightingale
I don't want to be your best is yet to come
I don't want to be your fairytale
I don't want to be your ultimatum
I don't want to be your Charlemagne
I don't want to be your one that got away
I don't want to be your ball and chain
I don't want to be your "please don't make me stay"
It's the last song on the first half
Of the record I wrote for you
And I'm reminded where to put the words
You said when we fell through