"Well if you're leaving anyway
I'm not going to share the stars with you
and if you're watching what you say
you can't tell me your words are true

well if you're leaving anyway
I'm not going to buy you roses
and watch the tide wash them away
while I stand practicing tough poses to cover my pain

and I'm feeling lonelier than shame
so if you're leaving anyway
please, just leave now and never call again

when you called me
I couldn't decide on which highway
oh when I cried did I say you were my favorite?

sometimes I say well I wish the rain washed the road away
oh, that time did i say you were my favorite one?"