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
i would have saddled up
and ridden off into the sunset
knowing you would not forget me
oh but i don’t want to go
are you sure we’re moving on?
never thought the ending would feel so wrong
i don’t want to be the beep
that interrupts your boyfriend
so all my dreams i’ll keep
until we talk again
so i guess this is goodbye
as long as you’re happy
i can’t find a reason to think
it’s better to walk away
or the hope to believe you want me to stay
but if you ever need me
don’t hesitate to call
if he breaks your heart
or if you marry in the fall