Just about an hour’s passed
And your tears have filled up your martini glass
And you know that what you’ve done
You can’t take back
You turn away, lock the door
Now there’s nobody left to lock out no more
His playing cards are on a different stack
And if he knows where you’re trying to look he won’t be there
No, you won’t see him anymore
Sick of loving nothing
Setting tables just for one
Well, you should’ve counted your blessings before they walked out the door
Summertime has come and gone
You start to think of moving on
But your shot glass is still half empty
So why not finish it all?
And this is not the way I’ll feel tomorrow
He says “If you pray it'll heal”
But there’s no one left to listen
So you wake up by yourself
And if he knows where you’re trying to look he won’t be there
No, you won’t see him anymore
Sick of loving nothing
Setting tables just for one
Well, you should’ve counted your blessings before they walked out the door
And if he knows where you’re trying to look he won’t be there
No, you won’t see him anymore
Sick of loving nothing
Setting tables just for one
Well, you should’ve counted your blessings before they walked out the door