Does This Mean You're Moving On? - The Airborne Toxic Event

And the funny thing is it has no end

I try to call you up, at 2am

In a crowded bar, your ringer tones

Grab my mind

I can see you through the phone,

The phone, the phone

And I’m wide awake at home

At home, at home

So think I’ll seem like (?)

And hope you don’t catch

The bourbon on my breath

My breath, my breath

Catch a cab outside on Seventh Street

And the cars fly through the Bowery

I come to your door and I hear a moan

Then another voice, so Christ, she’s not alone

Alone, alone

And my heart sinks like a stone

A stone, a stone

And the tears won’t even come

I feel so numb

So swept aside, so dumb

So dumb, so dumb

When the words are wrong

And my patience gone

Will you tell me Does this mean you’re moving on?

From the balcony, you call my name

I see you standing in the rain

Your words so dry, your face so wet

Said I broke your heart,

But it hasn’t happened yet

I’ll bet, your friends all hate me now

I get the strangest looks,

From that bitchy crowd

And though, they must think

They have every reason to I guess I’m still not quite yet over you

When the words are wrong

And you’re hanging on Another guy’s arm

Does this mean you’re moving on?