The Leaving Kind
Copyright © 2009 words and music by Dean Batstone

The sunglasses you trashed slide back and forth across my dash
A cold reminder of that road trip to LA
I light a cigarette and baby, I don’t even smoke
Another piece of you that I can’t seem to shake
That’s my mistake ‘cause

Ch: You’re the leaving kind
You’re the leaving kind
Leaving doors ajar and empty bars and everything you can’t fix with a smile
That’s your style
What’s that sound, love
Coming down, love
I’ll see ya ‘round, love
You’re the leaving kind

I just shake my head, change the channel on the screen
Brace my back against the wall, try not to think
Now I’m talking to myself, I can’t believe I took you back
I’m such a sucker for a smile and a wink
Hey, where’s my drink

What’s that blowing in the breeze
Another note you left for me
Stuck to my windshield with a lipstick kiss
That’s what I’ll miss

Leaving doors ajar and empty bars and everything you can’t fix with a smile
Leaving serenades in broken time and dusty words that I can never rhyme
Leaving sorrys you forgot to say and conversations dangling out of time
Leaving diaries without a key, empty bottles spelling out goodbye
Leaving photographs taped to the door, sheets half crumpled on the floor
And me
me

 

 

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