Down on my luck once more, out on a limb
Over things I thought I knew for sure and you
Yeah you were fundamentally too flawed to give
what you received and you believed
that I was yours to keep

And I tell myself "hold on, slow down,
girl is this me going back to scratch, again
And oh you'll know it in the dead of night
you're back to scratch, right back to scratch"

Here in the heading days, love on a whim
It's only a thing I'm sure, his daunting gaze will fade
Then I am left on my lonesome