Hang - Matchbox Twenty

She grabs her magazines,

she packs her things and she goes,

she leaves the pictures hanging on the wall,

she burns all her notes,

and she knows,

she’s been here too few years,

to feel this old,

He smokes his cigarette,

he stays outside til it’s gone,

if anybody ever had a heart,

well, he wouldn’t be alone,

and he knows, she’s been here too few years, to be gone

And we always say it would be,

good to go away, someday,

yeah but if there’s nothing there to make things change

if it’s the same for you I’ll just hang

The trouble understand,

is he got reasons he don’t,

funny how he couldn’t see at all,

until she grabs up her coat,

and she goes, she’s been here too few years,

to take it all in stride, yeah

but still that’s much too long, to let hurt go (you let her go)

Same for you I’ll always hang well I always say,

it would be good to go away,

oh but if things don’t work out like we think

and there’s nothing there to ease this ache

and if there’s nothing there to make things change

if it’s the same for you I’ll just hang