Yellow Suitcase

Empty mattress, packed up clothes
Yellow suitcase by the door
But you said that this would be all for the best
We can be friends, let’s get lunch
Or at least let’s keep in touch
But if we don’t have what we had before than I want nothing

I don’t think that I can do this anymore

Because I can see right through
Your pretty little lies
And now I know
We’ll never be alright
The more I gave, the more you took away
And I won’t go, please don’t ask me to stay

She called me up at home last night
And said I didn’t want to fight but
I think I’ve heard that line about half a dozen times
And then I think that I can find
A better use of my precious time
Than meeting up with all my old bad habits

And I don’t think that I can do this anymore

Because I can see right through
Your pretty little lies
And now I know
We’ll never be alright
The more I gave, the more you took away
And I won’t go, please don’t ask me to stay

You’re always telling me yes
So bad at telling you no
Don’t need a reason for why
I really need you to go
Once what was getting me high
Is dragging me down below
And before you storm off
I gotta let you know that

I can see right through your pretty little lies
And now I know I'm gonna be alright
The more I gave, the more you took away
So now I’ll go