More songs by Gabby Barrett
Description
Composer: Patrick Feeney
Lyrics and translation
Original
Hey,
I know that you made up your mind.
You said it and you mean it this time.
You're mad and you don't even know why.
But I ain't begging you to stay.
I ain't going through it again.
Making up and wondering when you decide how it all does and doesn't end, so.
Go on and slam that front door. Go on and tell me where I can go.
Put that pedal to the floorboard. Leave me a mess in the middle of the road.
Go on, act crazy. Say you're still leaving me so hard.
But I got news for you, baby.
That'll be the easy part.
In the middle of the night, you'll still be reaching for me.
And you won't even know where I'll be.
But I'll be with a new somebody who is putting a ring on my finger, a smile on my face.
Tells me the things that you just couldn't say.
I'll be the one that you're licking away and you'll find out too late.
Go on and slam that front door. Go on and tell me where I can go.
Put that pedal to the floorboard. Leave me a mess in the middle of the road.
Go on, act crazy. Say you're still leaving me so hard.
But I got news for you, baby.
That'll be the easy part, oh.
The easy part.
And the hardest part is knowing what we could be.
Knowing you'll never see.
Won't need you this time where I ain't hanging round haunting every single corner of your memory.
Go on and slam that front door.
Go on and tell me where I can go.
Put that pedal to the floorboard.
Leave me a mess in the middle of the road. Go on, act crazy.
Say you're still leaving me so hard. But I got news for you, baby.
That'll be the easy part, ooh.
The easy part.
The easy part.