she squeezed my hand when she broke my heart
and she rattled on like it made sense
to refer to us in the past tense

and she repeated her reasons till they got old
i laughed ’cause they were so absurd
the weakest excuse i’ve ever heard

she said i’m great
but not good enough for her
it’s not me – no she said it was her
so i nod like i understand
then i let go of her hand
great, but not good enough

she stopped to take a cellphone call
she whispered, “yeah, we’re almost done”
i muttered, “what, you’re not having fun?”

she sighed and told me don’t be bitter
it was then that i asked for the check
and rubbed a bit at the pain in my neck

she said i’m great
but not good enough for her
it’s not me – no she said it was her
so i nod like i understand
then i let go of her hand
great, but not good enough