Skipping stones
I see your nervous tics
Again I wrote you off
Practiced parlor tricks
Hands in your pockets
Yeah, you like my shoes
Never understood
“Anything for you”
Give me that look
In the rearview mirror
Say my name
You say it so tender
Haven’t thought straight
Since the moment I met you
Tried everything
To forget you
I have to go now
Don’t look in the mirror
Don’t say my name
Don’t say it tender
I have to go now
Don’t look in the mirror
Don’t say my name
Don’t say it tender
-Melissa Donley