You liked your coffee sweet, your answers sweeter still, you could turn a Sunday morning into a test of will. You kept a little scoreboard somewhere in your head, every wrong I ever made, every word I never said. I used to call it patience, you called it compromise, but compromise looked funny through those courtroom eyes. So pack up all the reasons, put them in a line. You can keep the verdict. I’m keeping my time. No big scene. No final fight. No broken glass in the middle of the night. Just one clean turn, one open road. I finally learned when to let things go. Goodbye, Cherry Pie, keep the sugar, keep the smile. I’ve had enough sweetness to last me for a while. Goodbye, Cherry Pie, you can keep your little show. You wanted me forever— I just learned to go. No hard feelings, no grand goodbye. Just one last wave to my Cherry Pie. Goodbye. Goodbye. You loved to make an entrance, you hated being wrong, you could stretch a small complaint into a three-act song. You’d say, “Do what you want,” then punish every choice. Smile like an angel, then sharpen up your voice. I know the dance by memory. I know where I should stand. I know when you say “freedom” you mean “follow my command.” Well, here’s the funny ending: I finally got wise. You keep the pretty wrapping. I’ll keep the prize. No courtroom speech. No tears on cue. No last-minute miracle for me and you. Just daylight coming, engine running fine. You keep your version. I’ll keep mine. Goodbye, Cherry Pie, keep the sugar, keep the smile. I’ve had enough sweetness to last me for a while. Goodbye, Cherry Pie, you can keep your little show. You wanted me forever— I just learned to go. No hard feelings, no grand goodbye. Just one last wave to my Cherry Pie. Maybe you’ll tell them I lost my mind. Maybe I’ll be selfish, cold, cruel, unkind. Tell them I ran. Tell them I lied. Tell them whatever helps your side. I won’t correct you. I won’t reply. I’ll be too busy living my life. One more mile. One more sign. One less argument stealing my time. One deep breath. One clean sky. One last look— then goodbye. Goodbye, Cherry Pie, keep the sugar, keep the smile. I’ve had enough sweetness to last me for a while. Goodbye, Cherry Pie, you can keep your little show. You wanted me forever— I just learned to go. No hard feelings, no grand goodbye. Just one last wave to my Cherry Pie. Keep the sugar. Keep the lie. Goodbye, Cherry Pie.
