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.