The Art of Moving On

I guess it's hard to admit that you've moved on I guess it's hard to admit that I'm still trying My hardest to stay away from the phone My hardest to pretend that I'm not alone My hardest just to make it through the night My hardest to pretend that I am alright And while you're waiting for her to get undressed I'm home alone waiting for your text, to say "Hey how you doing you popped into my mind and lately I've been thinking about you all the time." But I waited and I waited for four goddamn years I told you all my secrets and I told you all my fears I told you everything just for you to disappear? But I'm done, I'm gone, this is the art of moving on.