It's not a question of vindication
The bright lights revealed the smoking gun
And we all saw you run
And I could bury my indignation
I could swallow my pride and walk away
But you'd still curse my name
I keep turning it over and over (over in my head)
I've got nothing to show for now (drained and left for dead)
I keep turning it over and over (the vultures flocked and fed)
I've got nothing to show for now
I'm looking forward and back in tandem
I'm contemplating the similarities
Watch it all repeat
I keep spinning The Gaslight Anthem
I keep hearing how "everybody leaves"
And I've got to wonder if it's me
I thought we were walking through the fire together
'Til I saw the matches in your hand
I keep turning it over and over (over in my head)
I've got nothing to show for now (drained and left for dead)
I keep turning it over and over (the vultures flocked and fed)
I've got nothing to show for now
I keep turning it over and over (over in my head)
I've got nothing to show for now (drained and left for dead)
I keep turning it over and over (the vultures flocked and fed)
I've got nothing to show for now
