Tell me are you better?
Now you put your life on hold
I can't make it better
'Cause this story's getting old
And you took the only part of me
And made it into misery
Now I'm left in the cold
While this story's getting old
Though I'm done
And even though I'm not sold
You're always laying low
How could I let you go
Did you get a new me, or something not quite the same?
I know that it's been months, but I hope that this will sit in vain
And a million times I'm told that my story's getting old
But tell me are you better?
Now your new life starts to unfold
I know I sort of pushed you away
But even if I had enough time I doubt you would have stayed
You think you've seen this once and a match will lead away
But then he won't make it better on any note he plays