Where are you? You can tell me.
I understand. No need to keep it quiet now.
You’ve been MIA for a little while.
You’ve kept it secret. I’m not entirely sure how.
But the cat’s out of the bag – metaphorically
’til it changes to a rat transmorphicorically
and I know that you’ve skipped out categorically
and it’s clear that you’ve left me.

I’d been blinded to the truth that you’re not around
I’d just been lying to myself you were just out of town.
You’ve been away for a couple of weeks
and in all that time we didn’t speak at all.
I’ve been blinded to the truth you won’t accept my calls.
(I’m appalled)

It’s OK. I am past the shock and shame.
I’m all right and I’m ready to move on.
So should you. Stop pretending you still live here.
Take your stuff to your new town and get gone.
Things’ll be better for us when the full break is made
now that you can stop pretending with your damn charade
and we can separate completely and the bills be paid.
And I’ll finally be done with you.

I’d been blinded to the truth about just what you are
I knew that you’d been hurting me, just hadn’t felt the scars.
Now that I can see, it has occurred to me
I’d been blinded for so long and now the light has set me free.
(to let it be)