Don’t you know I know that you’re cowardly.
Cause you’re tryin’ but, you can’t break up with me.
Tip my hat, yeah, I been there done that.
Been a trophy, a trinket.
Don’t say it, I know you think it.
My bags are packed, one foot’s out the door.
I can’t take it anymore.
You say who cares?
You don’t have to, I’m bored.
You say, as you keep holdin’ on.
I know the signs.
The neon is blindin’ my eyes.
I’m already gone.
Once your eyes grow dark,
and affection wains,
life’s no longer full of flowers and candy canes.
Tip my hat, yeah I been there done that.
Been a bird in a cage gypped, but I ain’t had my wings clipped.
So ripe and ready to soar.
Gone is the laughter,
we built our world on.
All those days are over and done .
Your eyes they speak,
while your mouth it lies.
It’s not Halloween take off your disguise.
All I’ve ever wanted.
you keep holding on.
gone, whooa, already gone.
produced by Fred Coury
cover photo by Ray Garcia