Worthless
(Anderson)

A pained, evasive glance tells me more than I want to know
So I hand you the flowers, grab my memories, and go
For your just-dressed descent betrays the tangle left upstairs
And I turn towards the street
And wonder if you've ever cared for anyone or anything

He stayed with you
And I, I feel like such a fool
And now betrayer and betrayed are both sadly the same
And I was neither
And nothing you can say can make this time O.K.
We've talked for too long
Your words are useless
Your words are worthless


All words and music ©1996 Douglas C. Anderson
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