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The Decline - You're Not The Waitress lyrics

Artist: The Decline

album: Resister


Well I'll see you in a month or two, next time we're down,
And we play another punk rock show, in your little town.
I know that every time I leave it feels the same,
These same four wheels are dragging me away.
I know we bonded through the mutual abuse and time away
It doesn't necessarily mean you'll end up with me someday
We only fell in love through distance, time and writing letters home,
Where I was nothing but a remedy for every night alone. I needed time.
I got over myself round the same time that I got over you.
I wrote a letter to an old friend, and I wrote off missing you.
Get on the plane. These same three chords are driving you away.
I needed time to think about my drinking and the outcome of my fragile mental state.
Now I know why it seems the ship was sinking and I'm sorry, I won't be back someday.
I won't sneak in to your kitchen to check for poison in your food
Because you're not the fucking waitress and I won't come back to you.
I won't make sure your bike's not stolen or bark at strangers when I do
Because you're not the fucking waitress and I am never coming home.

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