LYRIC FOR SALE

By Molly Rushton

For what it’s worth
I knew you felt the same
I could hear you loved me every time you called my name

And if it counts
I knew you had your doubts
But I adored you way back then, even if I don’t right now

This tragedy of miscommunication
Has led me to a painful realisation

You’ve got to say what you mean to really mean what you say
Hopefully, you’ll figure it out some day
I couldn’t read your mind
So I got left behind (your loss!)
Here’s a hot tip, girl: use your words

Well, if you want the honest truth (here goes)
If walls could talk they’d say way more than you
and I doubt they’d be so damn uncouth

You made me groan more than you made me moan
Wish I could go back and lose your number from my phone

This tragedy of miscommunication
Has led me to a painful realisation

You’ve got to say what you mean to really mean what you say
Hopefully you’ll figure it out some day
I couldn’t read your mind
So I got left behind (your loss!)
Here’s a hot tip, girl: use your words

Yeah, use your words and mean what you say (girl)
If you’d spoken up then I might not have gone away (your loss!)
Guess what? I couldn’t read your mind (who knew?)
This time, I’m the one saying goodbye (bye)

Goodbye: that’s my final word