Songs I Write | VIII

Nice

You swore to God when you drew first blood
Didn't ask for permission before the incision
Some oaths you tore, oh, I choked up
Making a decision, escaping inescapable prison

You had me pegged for baggage at your feet
And the nicest thing you did was throw
You held me hostage with your niceties
But the nicest thing you did was go

Bet your whole wallet that you think you're nice
Getting ganged up on by suckers from an ex-life
Promise it's not a victim-complex you hide
It's a cruel, cruel world and the friends you keep are bystanders and your own mother isn't on your side

You had me pegged for baggage on your street
And the nicest thing you did was throw
You held me hostage with your niceties
But the nicest thing you did was go
Oh

I'd never wish I did this to you
I'd never wish undone what you do
I'll never fix what you had to unscrew
I'll never miss you, I'll never miss you
I'd never wish I did this to you
I'd never wish undone what you do
I'll never fix what you had to unscrew
I'll never miss you, I'll never miss you

I'll never miss you, I'll never miss you
I'll never miss you

Had me pegged for baggage at your feet
And the nicest thing you did was throw
You held me hostage with your niceties
But the nicest thing you did was go
I watched you beg when crying and
Then try to cover it up, it was for show
You held me hostage, saying "you're a good friend"
The nicest thing I did was say no

But the nicest thing you did was go

I'd never wish I did this to you
I'd never wish undone what you do
I'll never fix what you had to unscrew
I'll never miss you, I'll never miss you
I'd never wish I did this to you
I'd never wish undone what you do
I'll never fix what you had to unscrew
I'll never miss you, I'll never miss you