I'm a whiskey stain on your table.
A forgotten, ugly old thing.
Barely even an imprint underneath fresh water rings.
But there was a time you couldn't give me up.
I was top-shelf stuff in a plastic cup.
Now the dishes are dirty and piling up.

I'm a nicotine stain on your finger.
Wash up and I'll be gone.
I was up in smoke by the time we spoke.
I'm well aware that I was wrong.
But there was a time you couldn't let me go.
We were partners in crime as far as I know.
And I relive it every night when the sun gets low.

Lights out, here we go. It's time to start the show.

I was drinking alcohol, I don't recall it all,
but we watched that movie starring Robert Duvall.
You were ten-feet-tall and I felt so small.
And when the credits rolled, I kind of felt like crying.
You fell asleep and woke up next to me.
I guess you didn't care much for the movie.
Even still, you knocked me off my feet.
You hit me harder than napalm in the morning.

I'm a fever-dream on a still night.
Roll over and I'll disappear.
You deserve to sleep while I'm counting sheep.
You've moved on and I'm still here.
But there was a time before it fell apart
that I knew you better than I know my heart.
Now I hardly know you at all and you've got a new start.

I guess I should've seen it coming...

Now you don't drink at all because your kids are so small.
I bet they watch that children's' show with Shelley Duvall.
There's photographs up and down your hall
of your wedding and all your friends and family.
You look great, you really do and your husband does too.
And it's cute how you've both got the same tattoos.
Could've been me and you, but what can you do?
In the end it's just nice to know you're happy.

I guess I should've seen it coming.