I DON’T MIND
YOU SHOW UP LATE WITH A BOTTLE OF WINE
LIKE YOU READ IT FROM A SCRIPT, YOU APOLOGIZE
POINT AT THE MAN THAT CAN STAY ANGRY AT THEM EYES
YOU SAY PUT ON YOUR SHOES AND LACE THEM UP TIGHT
LOCK UP THE DOOR AND LEAVE ON THE LIGHT
YOU HAD BETTER TAKE MY HAND, I’M TAKING YOU OUT TONIGHT
AND I DON’T MIND
IT’S NO SURPRISE
IT’S NO ONE’S FAULT BUT MINE
YOU’RE UP BEFORE THE SUN AND OUT BEFORE THE NEWS
I’M LEFT WITH LIES AND A COUPLE OF TRUTHS
A BOX OF YOUR LETTERS AND IOUS
I BREATHE IN DEEP AND REMEMBER YOUR GHOST
I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M STILL TANGLED IN YOUR ROPES
YOU CUT ME DOWN BEFORE BUT I DON’T LET GO