Last Time

It’s just like the last time.
The part where I try to deny
That she’s already said goodbye.
Time and time again I find that I’m
Lying quiet by her side
Wondering what she’s got to hide. This time…
I guess I’m just a pastime
Something to keep her occupied
Till she decides to let it slide.
And we both know she’ll come back on the fly.
And I’ll pretend she’s justified
And she’ll pretend I’ve got my pride.
But I don’t understand why every time
I get ripped all up inside
Then I… give it one more try… a-ha
So let this be the last time,
Let this well of mine run dry
So I don’t have to watch me cry.
This time when she goes I’ll be resigned.
Let me shut the door behind her,
Let me put her from my mind.
Let my spirits grow unkind,
Let her be the one to find.
That I… give it one more try… a-ha
Try it one more time… a-ha
This will be the last time.
The last time…
Maybe it’ll be the last time… a-ha
Maybe it’ll be the last time… a-ha
Maybe it’ll be the last time… a-ha
Maybe it’ll be the last time… a-ha
Maybe it’ll be the last time… a-ha