it fell so heavy
like a hammer through the room
that i could choose another over her
you always said i was an actor, baby
guess in truth you thought me just amateur
that you never saw the signs, that you never lost your grip
oh, come on, now
that's such a childish claim
now i wear the brand of traitor, don't it seem a bit absurd
when it's clear i was so obviously framed
when it's clear i was so obviously framed
and now you act so surprised
to hear what you already knew
and all you really had to do was ask
i'da told you straight away
all those lies were true
and all that was false was fact
now you hold me close and hard
but i was like a statue at most
refusing to acknowledge you'd been hurt
now you're clawing at my throat and you're crying,
all is lost.
your tears, they felt so hot upon my shirt
your tears, they felt so hot upon my shirt
well the truth, it fell so heavy
like a hammer
that i could choose another over her
you always said i was an actor, baby
guess in truth you thought me just amateur
was it you who told me once?
now looking back it seems surreal
that all our mistakes are merely "grist for the mill"
so why is it now after i've had my fill
that you steal from me the sorrow that i've earned?
shall we call this a lesson learned?
[lesson learned, Ray LaMontagne]
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