(mary chapin carpenter)
She threw her purse upon the bed
she looked around and shook her head
thereĄŻs really nothing left she said
thereĄŻs nothing i ain't done
she wore her favorite dress tonight
she hoped her hair would catch the light
and you just sat there getting tight
on double shots of rum
You donĄŻt care what people say
theyĄŻre gonna do it anyway
you donĄŻt hear what you donĄŻt use
itĄŻs always been the same old news
you donĄŻt beg and you donĄŻt plead
or miss a thing that you donĄŻt need
she knew by the way you kissed her
when sheĄŻs gone, you wonĄŻt miss her
Morning comes on an old catĄŻs paw
and when the sun hits the wall
the lightĄŻs as bright was it ever was
after or before
and you wince as waking pounds your head
and you drag your arm across the bed
and the tangled sheets and the twisted spread
fall onto the floor
And the kitchen table finds you silent
if you had a thought now you canĄŻt find it
you take a long draw on your smoke
and taste your coffee growing cold
she didnĄŻt beg and she didnĄŻt plead
she knew exactly how to leave
the way she knew when you kissed her
when sheĄŻs gone you wonĄŻt miss her
She didnĄŻt beg and she didnĄŻt plead
she knew exactly when to leave
they way she knew as you kissed her
when sheĄŻs gone you wonĄŻt miss her