Juliana Hatfield. How to Walk Away. Now I'm Gone. Zeneszám

Your memoirs are so full of tension
Well, don't I merit a mention?
Tell them how you're surrounded by idiots
How I was always much too stupid

It was you or me so I left, now I?m gone
It was you or me so I left, now I?m gone

You're holed up in your country estate surrounded by your sheep
They only love you because yours is the hand that feeds
But there's no stylistic variety
One of us is still hungry

It was you or me so I left, now I?m gone
It was you or me so I left, now I?m gone
It was you or me so I left, now I?m gone
It was you or me so I left, now I?m gone

Not coming back, I'm not coming back
Not coming back

I get no apology or a thank you or a please
When I suffer your neglect it's my responsibility
You lounge around your castle fingering your queen
With your chairs that no one sits on and your starched and ironed sheets
You have no faith in the future, you don't believe
That I still got the holy spirit in me

It was you or me so I left, now I?m gone
It was you or me so I left, now I?m gone
It was you or me so I left, now I?m gone
It was you or me so I left, now I?m gone

I'm not coming back
Not coming back, na, na, na, na