#129 ELEVEN REASONS
#129 ELEVEN REASONS
(Americana)
(DEMO)
(Full Arrangement)
Office Halloween party, crowded, loud music,
Guy's yakking in my ear -- think his name is Chris.
Beer-breath, a little handsy -- but I don't quite stop him,
Chris says "Shame you don't work here anymore -- you're missed."
I see you across the room, watching the whole thing,
You smile, wag a finger -- wink as you blow me a kiss.
Gave you eleven reasons I’m leaving,
But ten of them just ain’t true.
What’s left is I don't trust me,
The way that you do, the way that you do.
Snowy morning, you're on your laptop,
At the breakfast bar, perched on the stool.
Eyes dancing, you say "If you want..." wave me closer,
"Stacy's signed up -- maybe you could carpool."
Turn the laptop and show me -- I just say "Oh..."
Application for nursing school.
Gave you eleven reasons I’m leaving,
But ten of them just ain’t true.
What’s really left is I don't believe in me,
The way that you do, the way that you do.
Wasn't really a fight, but I don't stop until you shout,
Then you held me, listened closely to my worries, my doubts.
Later, on our balcony -- bright lights of the town,
With tears, trembling hands, I start writing things down.
Gave you eleven reasons I’m leaving,
But ten of them just ain’t true.
What’s truly left is I don't love me,
The way that you do, the way that you do.
Ten AM, counselor's parking lot,
Fixing smeared mascara in my car's rear view.
Working up the nerve to go in,
Figure out if the me you always saw was true.