She left me bleeding with idle running low
Staring in the green light of the dash.
The vinyl cold and lonely with an a.m. radio
I watched her through the rain and dirty glass.
Long ago and far away I didn't measure up
Or maybe I'm still unaware.
It doesn't really matter now she always called my bluff
Me I never really cared.
How you always did distract me
Blue eyes to green when you cried
And if I saw you on just any other day,
How you never said goodbye.
Why you never said goodbye.

She lives now on Circle Street a mansion on a hill
Owns a dynasty of cliches.
A palace for her prison and a maid to meet her will.
Perhaps a ghost she'll never shake
Do I haunt her bedroom door when she is left alone,
Howling through the window at the stairs.
It doesn't really matter now her pain is all her own
Me I never really cared.
When you suffered good intentions
Of flesh in heat on linen white
And if I feel you on just any other day
How you never said goodbye.
Why you never said goodbye.

I'll find Salvation and she will be my Queen
And to her none can compare.
It doesn't really matter now if she comes or not
Me I'll never really care
Me I'll never really care.

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