Easy come and easy go are easy words to say
But when I think of you and me
It's hard to feel that way
Though you've gone
You still think you're welcome here
I've moved on
You are not my puppeteer, my dear
If my doorbell rings
You'll learn a few unpleasant things
And you can't pull my strings for sympathy:
A few home truths is all you'll get from me
I've heard tell the one you're with now drives you up the wall
You made your choice so live with that
We're grown-ups, after all
And you can't have your cake and eat it too
Made your bed, so you know what you can do?
You do, don't you?
So don't lean on me
I'll disappoint you constantly
It's best we if agree to disagree
A few homes truths is all you'll get from me
Though you've gone you expect a welcome here
I've moved on, you can't play the puppeteer, my dear
Once upon a time we met when I was still naive
We became a fairytale I wanted to believe
What I took for magic
Were some cheap tricks up your sleeve
But the ball always ends when it strikes twelve
And the cold light of day broke every spell, oh well
Your black magic fails and your routine is growing stale
So take your fairytales to someone new
Make these home truths my parting gift to you