I thought I knew you better
But you weren't who you said you were
With your little white lies unraveled
You left a trail spread out across the floor
Im picking up the pieces
Tying 'em up in a hangman's noose
I'm losing my grip
Darling I'm dropping you
I put a ring on your finger
A lethal weapon on your hand
Might has well been a trigger
Cause you held the rest of my life in the palm of your hand
Im picking up the pieces
Tying 'em up in a hangman's noose
I'm losing my grip
Darling I'm dropping you
I don't want to quit you
I don't want to quit you but I gotta put you down for a while
I don't want to quit you
I don't want to quit you but I gotta put you down
Im picking up the pieces
Tie them up in a hangman's noose
I'm losing my grip
Darling I'm dropping you
I'm losing my grip
I'm dropping you
Lord I gotta put you down
Yea I'm dropping you
Lord I gotta put you down
