Done. - Beth Crowley

You call me up, you tell me that you think you’re still in love

But I know it’s just the whiskey on your tongue

In the morning it will be the way it was

But you won’t forget, every time you bring a girl into your bed

You haven’t found someone who loves you like I did

And when you’re touching her you’ll picture me instead

You think I want you but you taught me well

You’ll show me heaven then put me through hell

Sure, the blame’s on me because I let you fool me more than once

But I’m catching on, I’m finally done

Just cry your tears as you’re saying what you think I want to hear

But there is one thing that I’ve learned over the years

That my faith in you has slowly disappeared

Don’t act surprised, you played the same hand one too many times

When you convinced me that your heart could still be mine

But you’re an ugly truth wrapped in beautiful lies

You think I want you but you taught me well

You’ll show me heaven then put me through hell

Sure, the blame’s on me because I let you fool me more than once

But I’m catching on, I’m finally done

You may never care about these words that I write

Your ears may never listen to this lyrical goodbye

You gave me more than just a couple of lines

But no more, no more, no

You think I want you but you taught me well

You’ll show me heaven then put me through hell

Sure, the blame’s on me because I let you fool me more than once

But I’m catching on, I’m finally done