My Turn

Stop trying to make me speak

I've already laid my heart down at your feet

I wish you'd just let me leave

Cut to black

Let each other grieve

I wish it wasn't about something we could learn

I wish that we could run cold water over these burns

But it's my turn to get angry

I'm sorry if you're bruised

But you have left me empty

And it's now my turn to choose

It's my turn to call the shots

Don't tell me if I loved you

Or not

And now you say, "It's all a pack of lies"

That my kind of love isn't love from your eyes

And you are certain that you gave me more

Like that time, remember?

And that time before

And it's my turn to get angry

I'm sorry if you're bruised

But you have left me empty

And I've left you feeling used

And neither of us is out of the wrong

The evergreens, our watchtowers

Beneath Tartan sheets, squares of green and blue, hours

Hours and hours

I counted and then forgot

We said that love would last forever

I said it quite a lot

But it's my turn to get angry

I'm sorry if you're bruised

But you have left me empty

And it's now my turn to choose

It's now time to head on home

Just 'cause the bed is empty

Doesn't mean that you're alone

It's my turn to call the shots

Don't tell me if I loved you

Or not