Her eyes are open now,
And the pupils are wide with the bad tears,
And the sorrow enlighted to my back to walk out the door,
But her tears where her love till she cries out no more
She says I don't wanna be your playtime lover boy,
Damn it now you got to know,
Your fake tears and your little smiles,
It just don't hold this way no more,
I got you figured out and I broke it down,
I know it now but you won't catch me coming back round this time,
This time no not this time,
If you walk out the door
Broadside with emotional blame,
But you never look so goodest with the tears on her face,
I kiss those lips and dried her eyes,
She surrenders herself again with a sigh
She's thinking I don't wanna be your playtime lover boy,
Damn it now you got to know,
Your fake tears and your little smiles,
It just don't hold this way no more,
I got you figured out and I broke it down,
I know it now but you won't catch me coming back round this time,
This time no not this time,
So just walk out the door
The tables done now and I don't know the score,
But it's me on my back as she walks towards the door,
My bridge is burned out past the point to be safe,
The hint of her smile as she turns
And says to me I don't wanna be your playtime lover boy,
Damn it now you got to know,
Your fake tears and your little smiles,
It just don't hold this way no more,
I got you figured out and I broke it down,
I know it now but you won't catch me coming back round this time,
This time no not this time,
And she walks out my door
