I drown in your whispers
they cut me inside,
I remember the only best day
in this unwanted life.
It was a lovely sunny blue day,
and I believed your lie.
That's not a good way to treat a man,
and you do it all the time.

If I say I'm leaving Sunday,
by Tuesday I'll be gone,
Friday I'll have another fallen angel
that I call home.
By Monday morning you'll be on the phone,
but you'll never find your lover,
I'll have moved on.