I hit my marks and play the part
I’ve written for myself to star
It always ends the way it starts
Cue the tears and slamming doors
It’s muscle memory what a chore
Cause I’ve done this whole charade before
If I leave first then they can’t beat me to it
So I say things that I don’t mean so I can’t undo it
Pack my bags before I catch my breath and realize I’m losing
I can’t blame me
Cause I’m only human
Maybe I’ll die alone
Just another Jane Doe
Cause I can’t get close to anybody
If it’s a one man show
At my funeral
Cause I can’t get close to anybody
Then they’ll write it on my tombstone
Here lies another Jane doe
Empty kitchen quiet house
Empty trash still take it out
Dirty dishes no one’s complaining about
Cause my trust issues set the table
Dinner for one and now I’m able
To do whatever I want
Is this what I wanted
With my perfect logic
If I leave first then they can’t beat me to it
So I say things that I don’t mean so I can’t undo it
Pack my bags before I catch my breath and realize I’m losing
I can’t blame me
Cause I’m only human
Maybe I’ll die alone
Just another Jane Doe
Cause I can’t get close to anybody
If it’s a one man show
At my funeral
Cause I can’t get close to anybody
Then they’ll write it on my tombstone
Here lies another Jane doe
Jane doe
Jane doe
Jane doe
Jane doe
Maybe I’ll die alone
Just another Jane Doe
If my life is a one man show
I’ll write it on my tombstone
Here lies another Jane Doe
If I never left would you never beat me to it
If I came back could we try to undo it
And we could laugh while I unpack and get back to it
I understand if you said no
You’re only human
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