LYRIC FOR SALE

By Ryan Caplinger

INTRO
We’ve been on a break,
You called me on the phone
Asked me to drop by, your voice didn’t sound like your own
Silent, then a sigh, I said I’ll be free soon
But deep in my chest I knew
This would be

A cruel afternoon
A cruel afternoon

VERSE 1
I arrived at your house, you were standing outside
A box in your hand, no words could hide
You said, “I’m sorry, I tried, I tried
But we’ve lost this race.”
Then you handed me the box,
Touched my face, and said goodbye

PRE-CHORUS
I wanted to say something,
Anything, or nothing, just something
But I couldn’t, you were right
This is a losing fight

I wanted to say something,
Anything, or nothing, just something
But I couldn’t, you were right
This is a losing fight

CHORUS
As I was walking away I said, “I’ll miss you. I’ll miss you”
You said, “I’m sorry, for what it’s worth,
I’m just not good with two.”
You said, “I suck at compromise,
I don’t believe in a second chance,
Love’s romance, no slow dance,
It’s all just circumstance.”
Then you whispered, “I’m leaving tonight,
I depart for France.”

VERSE 2
Now I’m back in my car, still parked down your street
Your shadow in the window, still haunting me
I replay every word, every line,
Wishing I could stop time
But I know we’re past saving
And I can’t rewind

PRE-CHORUS
I wanted to say something,
Anything, or nothing, just something
But I couldn’t, you were right
This is a losing fight

I wanted to say something,
Anything, or nothing, just something
But I couldn’t, you were right
This is a losing fight

CHORUS
As I was walking away I said, “I’ll miss you. I’ll miss you”
You said, “I’m sorry, for what it’s worth,
I’m just not good with two.”
You said, “I suck at compromise,
I don’t believe in a second chance,
Love’s romance, no slow dance,
It’s all just circumstance.”
Then you whispered, “I’m leaving tonight,
I depart for France.”

BRIDGE
And I stood there, trying to breathe,
Hands shaking, heart on my sleeve
One last time I looked at you,
And you looked right through me

OUTRO
A cruel afternoon
A cruel afternoon