The Last Song

Still not sure who won the war
Sights once set on so much more
Oh, I confess I fought my best
But I always knew

Five minutes time, she'll be out the door
Puncturin' another hole, but building up a wall
Wrapped within the pain of her low-road games
I can still say

Good luck to you, I hope ya find a way
To sell the next guy, the smile that ya fake
It didn't work, I'll tell ya truth
That this'll be the last song that I write for you

I'll just skip from stone to stone
Far away
Far from the loft I once called
Home, home sweet home

Two minutes time, she'll bе out the door
Out the screen door with nothing more
Than thе clothes on her back
And the few things she packed
And those old
Pictures that she drew

Good luck to you, I hope ya find a way
To sell the next guy the smile that ya fake
It didn't work, I'll tell ya truth
This'll be the last song that I write for you

Good luck to you, I hope ya find a way
To sell the next guy the smile that ya fake
It didn't work, this I know is true
That this'll be the last song that I write for you
This'll be the last song that I sing to you
This'll be the last song that I write
For you