Your Next Mistake

Summer sky as black as ink
Dirty dishes in the sink
And from the wall, your photo stares me down
Your eyes are dull, your skin is course
Your kiss could warrant a divorce
A dried up husk is all that's left behind now
I can't continue like this
I think we've come to a head
Anything I could say has already been said
I couldn't possibly spend another second with you
And false contentment is one thing I never could do
Now my mind's made up
It's too late
I'm not waiting for your next mistake
So Sunday morning arrives
And I deliver the news
I'd like to tell you it's me but it's certainly you
My words they bounce off your ears
And hang around in the air and it's like a funeral in here
All clenched hands and watery stares
But my mind's made up
It's too late
I'm not waiting for your next mistake
Here we go now, here's the score
Your hat won't hang here anymore
Your taxi's waiting and I'm feeling shy so there's no time left for a kiss goodbye
It's been a pleasure, it's been swell
All the best and I wish you well
There's nothing to it, that's just the way it goes
Though it might seem harsh
The choice I've made
I'm not waiting for your next mistake