You said you liked her perfume so I bought it
You asked when my birthday was but still forgot it
Second chances turn to thirds
Hope for the best but get the worst
I could write paragraphs behind when I say I'm okay
But I won't cause you wouldn't read them anyway
Clinging to how it was before
Now you're one foot out the door
And I'm waiting from the kitchen
At a table set for two
Your callous disposition
That I once mistook for cool
I was quick to take the blame
Like I always do
When nothing that I could've done
Would've been enough for you
Maybe I'm holding on to how it was before
Trying to change myself to someone you'd want more
But I could cut and mold and shape
I'll still feel like second place
You left me waiting from the kitchen
At a table set for two
Your callous disposition
And my naïve attitude
I was quick to take the blame
Like I always do
When nothing that I could've done
Would've been enough for you
Ended like we were nothing
Just a footnote on your page
While I'm still writing chapters
Dedicated to your name
And I would grab the knife
If you asked me just to bleed
But that still wouldn't be
You left me waiting from the kitchen
At a table set for two
My fault for believing
There was still good left in you
I was quick to take the blame
Like I always do
When nothing that I could've done
Would've been enough for you