I figured you’d just run out of things to say
Like you sometimes did in the dead of the night
Thought for sure we’d be just fine come morning
But through cracks of early eyes
I stumbled out of the bed and through our apartment
Called your name out twice
Where’d you go, darling?
And I guess you don’t know what you’re doing
Until you’ve done it too much
And the best that I had to offer
Was never gonna be quite enough
You spent one too many mornings
Just a choking down this town
Guess your reasons for not leaving just ran out
In the drawer by the kitchen sink
There’s a cracked coffee cup and a picture of you and me
Yeah that always was where we kept the broken things
So I fumble through the mess
Old triple A’s and a half pack of cigarettes
Touched every lonely key like the beads of a Rosary
And I guess you don’t know what you’re doing
Until you’ve done it too much
And the best that I had to offer
Was never gonna be quite enough
And you spent one too many mornings
Just a choking down this town
I guess your reasons for not leaving just ran out
'Cause you always loved summer storms
And you followed the lightning home
'Cause you spent one too many mornings
Just a choking down this town
I guess your reasons for not leaving just ran out
I guess your reasons for not leaving just ran out