I remember playing the field
I was rookie of the year
couldn't offer you one ear
played hooky when you teared.
Couldn't listen, never payed attention
to the fact that you were crying out for me
until I could no longer smell you in my sheets…
my apologies….too little too late…
I showed you too little love and never main coursed you on my plate
so of course you didn't stay…
of course you didn't wait…
you loved me even when the heart I broke wanted to hate
wanted to hate…
wanted to date…
wanted my love
I went astray…
wanted my affection
yet I neglected left you out in the rain unprotected
too little to late to correct it…
I remember playing the field
I was rookie of the year
couldn't offer you one ear
played hooky when you teared.
You shook me like a bad habit
your attention I couldn't grab it
No magic no abra cadabra
You were fed up and I could no longer have ya…
this is the before and after of a woman misused and scorned
So I'm thinking that the one after me made you feel reborn…
The pain I caused transferred and now I feel so torn…
Still searching for your perfume in my sheets…
still looking across at a empty chair when I eat…
Still leaving messages after the beep…
Still bought into hurting you and forgot the receipt ….
yeah…..
I remember playing the field
I was rookie of the year
couldn't offer you one ear
played hooky when you teared.
I remember this over and over again
I hurt you over and over again…
Gave you every escape route with the things I did.