Lyrics

I left before but returned when you baited your lure
I've been a tool, I've been a fool
Letting you call all the shots
You had your laugh but by this time tomorrow
The humor is gonna stop

chorus:
Call me on the phone this time tomorrow
I'll wonder why your voice is so familiar
Talk about things we did together
Memories may start to paint a picture
Meet me on the street this time tomorrow
Emotion will be gone, it will be thorough
I'll be free of the pain and sorrow
When you see me this time tomorrow

You think it's a lie
You're convinced your hold is just too tight
Never mind you made me cry I'll never say goodbye
Never get you out of my head
But this is history and it's no mystery
You're gone, dead weight already shed

Bridge:
Every piece of my heart that you tore
Took a little bit of love until there was no more
Baby, you imagine that you are God's gift
I'm a woman of compassion
And that's on a downshift

copyright Gemma Mattis Wilson