Darling

I've been holding back what I can lately,
but things coming to mind are driving me crazy.
I gotta tell you, someone has to tell you,
you're being a fool.
Everybody owes you something don't they?
You're believing that your word goes a long way,
I gotta tell you, someone has to tell you,
they're laughing at you.

Wheels are turning, hearts are yearning,
but darling, none of it's for you.
Fists are pumping, and chests are thumping,
but darling, it's not for you.

I've given up on thoughts of bringing you back,
so I might as well be coverin' my tracks,
let's just say that we don't know each other
and no eye contact.
The mouths around here run a mile a minute.
If word got out you know we'd both be finished.
I understand that you could only be seen with a select few.

I gotta tell you,
Wheels are turning and hearts are yearning,
but darling, none of it's for you.
And fists are pumping, and chests are thumping,
but darling, it's not for you.
You’ve got a certain flare to you,
you'll keep 'me talking long as you
are getting' something you can use.
It's over, it's over!
You are not a friend of mine,
and I got out - and just in time -
you're stuck in this so take it all.
It's over, it’s over!
Over!