You're Not the Waitress Songtext
von The Decline

Well, I′ll see you in a month or two
Next time we're down and we play another punk rock show
In your little town
You know that every time I leave it feels the same
These same four wheels are driving me away
I know we′ve bonded through the mutual abuse and time away
Doesn't necessarily mean that you'll end up with me someday
We only fell in love through distance, time and writing letters home
Where I was nothing but a remedy for every night alone
And I needed time


Well, I got over myself ′round the same time I got over you
I wrote a letter to an old friend and I wrote "I′m missing you"
Get on this plane
These same three chords are driving you away
I know we've bonded through the mutual abuse and time away
Doesn′t necessarily mean that you'll end up with me someday
We only fell in love through distance, time and writing letters home
Where I was nothing but a remedy for every night alone
And I needed time

To think about my drinking
And the outcome of my fragile mental state
Now I know why it seemed the ship was sinking
And I′m sorry, but I won't be back someday
So I won′t sneak into your kitchen to check for poison in your food
Because you're not the fucking waitress and I won't come back for you
I won′t make sure your bikes not stolen or bug in strangers′ will I do
Because you're not the fucking waitress and I′m

Never coming home
I'm never coming home
Never coming home
Never coming home