She came to me with a tear in her eye
I said to her it’s no surprise
That’s what you get when you pick a fight
But these things always turn out alright
And so it starts, we go back to your place again
She gave me the scissors to cut it out
All the old flames and photos in a memory box
So just promise there’s no one who can change the locks
I went over to tell her a lie
But I was still dignified
And so it is, just a feeling, just a thought
All I can do is hope you don’t cut and run