I cut my ties, I set you free

And I tried not to hear that voice that said, ‘It should’ve been me’

I paint my face, dress up real nice

Think if you could see me now you’d finally realise

 

Baby, our story’s through

I’m blaring my records to forget about you

Baby, love’s a fickle thing

Coz I’m out of your picture

And instead you got

A nice gold ring

 

I’ve lost my way, been working hard

Running through thunderstorms to drown out my heart

My face is crumbling from the inside out

And there you are in front of me just like I dreamt about

 

Baby, this ain’t how it goes

A tear-streaked face and paint-smeared clothes

You say hello, and I can’t say a thing

Coz this ain’t how I planned

And all I see

Is that nice gold ring

 

All I can think of as I walk home is how nice it was to be alone

So I’ll sleep tonight pretending I got a second chance

At a last goodbye

 

Baby, our story’s through

I’m blaring my records to forget about you

Baby, love’s a fickle thing

Coz I’m out of your picture

And instead you got

A nice gold ring