Does This Mean You're Moving On?

And the funny thing is, it has no end, I try to call you up, at 2 a.m. In a crowded bar, your ringer tones Crowd my mind, I can see you through the phone, the phone, the phone And I'm wide awake at home, at home, at home So I think I'll see my coquette and hope you don't catch The bourbon on my breath, my breath, my breath Catch a cab outside on Seventh Street and the cars fly through the Bowery I come to your door and I hear a moan Then another voice, so Christ, she's not alone, alone, alone And my heart sinks like a stone, a stone, a stone And the tears won't even come, I feel so numb So swept aside, so dumb, so dumb, so dumb When the words are wrong and my patience gone Will you tell me, does this mean you're moving on? From the balcony, you call my name, I see you standing in the rain Your words so dry, your face so wet Said I broke your heart, but it hasn't happened yet I'll bet, your friends all hate me now I get the strangest looks, from that bitchy crowd And though, they must think they have every reason to I guess, I'm still not quite yet over you When the words are wrong and you're hanging on Another guy's arm, does this mean you're moving on?