Sitting In The Smoking Lounge Of An Airport With A Broken Heart - Carissa's Wierd

We might as well talk about things on the news

Maybe the weather 'cause it’s always true

We’ve got nothing left we can do

And we might as well talk about anything

Doesn’t really matter, I’m sure you’ll agree:

We don’t stand on common ground

And we might as well talk, talk about you

And all of the brilliant things that you do

Is that what you really wanted to hear?

And I tried so hard to talk really soft

But I knew I was talking way too loud

You’re irritated, I don’t understand

But if you’re so glad that you left, why’d you come back?

Just to keep an eye on the ones in your past?

Just to see if he still cares?

And we sat and we watched you sing all your songs

Secretly hoping that we’d sing along

But there was nothing left and we both know it

And in the end you left me sitting in the smoking lounge of an airport

I was praying

It might somehow turn back around, but it was really gone forever

And I’ll write you a letter, and never send it away

'Cause in the end you left me sitting in the smoking lounge of an airport

I was praying

I was falling down

Turning back to run

Anywhere but now

Anyone but you

Why do I turn into such a dumb wreck every time you come back to town?

Why do I turn into such a dumb wreck every time you come back to town?

And I’ll blame it on

Whisky and coffee was waking you up just fine

We’ll talk about when we talked

We’ll talk about who to blame it on

Whisky and coffee was waking you up just fine