Bowers Foreman - The Leaving Game Lyrics

Why don't you say it
You don't love me, not like before
Words won't betray it
This is the leaving game

And there's the door
Ah, it's the leaving game
Once was the leaving game
Untended garden

Bearing its fruit
This summer born
I beg your pardon
I was dying last week

Now I'm the born
Ah, it's the leaving game
Once was the leaving game
Ah, it's the leaving game

Once was the leaving game
You told me last night
Hey, shut up
Don't ask for more

Did not turn out right
I wound up sleeping
Here on the floor
Ah, it's the leaving game

Once was the leaving game
Ah, it's the leaving game
I think it's a crying shame