You called again last night... Said you needed closure, said you had to know But I already told you, months and months ago You show up with that look like you’ve got something left But we both know the feeling’s dead Every time you pull me close I lose a week I’m not your healing project, not your broken street So stop redialing my heart You don’t get to restart I’m not your halfway, your maybe, your almost You already lost I changed the locks, I changed my name on the mail But your ghost still knows how to trail You say the right words at the wrong time of day And I hate that I still sway Every time you pull me close I lose a week I’m not your healing project, not your broken street So stop redialing my heart You don’t get to restart I’m not your halfway, your maybe, your almost You already lost You keep knocking on a door that’s open wide To an empty room on the other side This goodbye’s already been done Why won’t you let it be done? So stop redialing my heart You don’t get to restart I’m not your halfway, your maybe, your almost You already lost You already lost... lost... lost...
