Walking Out the Door

You're walking out the door I don't want you anymore If I stumble over you I don't see you anymore One, two, three, four I'm walking out the door You don't want me anymore If you stumble over me You won't see me anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore Miles and miles stretching far between A diva tweeze through the forest before us Miles and miles stretching far between A diva tweeze through the forest before us Trials as trials stretch in every nerve Through ourselves and our heaven transgression Miles and miles, miles and miles Miles and miles, and miles I am walking up the hill Won't wear our dress You know the drill I am walking up the hill Won't wear our dress You know the drill, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh I'm walking out the door Don't want you anymore If you stumble over me You won't see me anymore I'm walking out the door Don't want you anymore If you stumble over me You won't see me anymore You're walking out that door You're walking out that door You're walking out that door You're walking out that door