#66 DON’T WANT IT BACK
#66 DON'T WANT IT BACK
[Americana (blues-inflected)]
Friends swing by, tell me they're worried that,
I'm front-porch drinking all the time.
Crunch my empty can, pop another,
Tell 'em you're long gone, and I'm just fine.
They tell me five weeks since you left,
I laugh, say "Feels more like five hours."
They ask if I'm sure I'm okay,
Tell 'em I'll send you thank you flowers.
Now stay the hell away from me,
Last person that I want to see.
You smile, then lie -- that's a fact,
Don't need that pain, don't want it back.
Don't need that pain, don't want it back.
Cold take-out, whiskey -- party for one,
Turn up the music, scroll through my phone.
Pictures -- at the lake, before our fight,
I toast my new life, better alone.
Kitchen table, jot down my plan,
Write my book, learn the mandolin.
But first ice cream, some weed gummies,
And then tomorrow we'll begin.
So stay the hell away from me,
Last person that I want to see.
Voice cold and sharp, another fact,
Don't need your scorn, don't want it back.
Don't need your scorn, don't want it back.
Thought I saw you at the bar -- wrong girl,
Said my piece, then got slapped. That hurt.
Drove out to the lake, snow falling down,
Looked at our spot, drove right back to town.
Strange face in mirror -- crying, that's weird,
Stared some more -- not strange, just my new beard.
You stay the hell away from me,
Your face I can't stand to see.
Repeat the lie, 'til it's a fact,
Just keep my love, don't want it back.
Just keep my love, don't want it back.
Please stay the hell away from me,
I'll shatter if your face I see.
Repeat these lies 'til they're all facts,
Just keep my heart, don't want it back.
Just keep my heart, don't want it back.