The Truth Was Never What We Wanted to Hear, So We Turned Up the Radio

When I stared towards you for hours
it wasn't out of that love.
I wanted you to feel my pain.

I wanted you to see that our brilliance
was all in our heads;
who were we trying to fool?

We can never go back.

The neon, the sweat, and the alcohol together
could never make me forgive you.

And the stars shone again last night
for the first time in a thousand-million years.
It was 3 a.m. again last night,
much too much whiskey in my system,
and you weren't the one I called.

I decided, instead, to sit back
and smoke yet another cigarette or seven
[and I smiled].

I am who I have learned to adore
and I can only thank myself for that.

I decided, instead, to leave my past IN my past
and move forward towards the flowers.

And even though moving forward always scared me
[caring for you, I thought,
would always keep me tied in place],
I can see now...

It's you who couldn't move on from here;
it wasn't me.