Dust covered magazines
Houses lined up in rows
Words that you said to me
I used to believe those
I woke up from a dream
Where it was yesterday
Sometimes it's hard to breathe
When I see myself that way
But I don't blame you anymore
For wasting all my time
And opening the door
Now I know that
I'm not second best
For staying when I should have left
I still remember that night
At the Farmer's Daughter
I disappeared in plain sight
And you fell from the altar
But I don't blame you anymore
For wasting all my time
And opening the door
Now I know that
I'm not second best
For staying when I should have left
You call it forgetful
I call it forgiveness
Call it, call it (call it forgiveness)
Call it, call it (call it forgiveness)
But I don't blame you anymore
For wasting all my time
And opening the door
Now I know that
You called me heartless (all the guilt trips)
You called me baby (and pent up resentment
You called me selfish (held me tired so long)
I call it forgiveness
I don't blame me anymore