He helped me change a tire in the Citgo parking lot.
He said we both could use a beer.
And I said, hell, why not?
What started out as one night turned to six months just like that.
He never had a ring on,
so I never thought to ask.
But then last night I saw a message on his phone.
It said, hey, babe, what time you coming home?
I never wanted to be that girl.
I never wanted to hate myself.
I thought this kind of lonely only happens to somebody else.
Being the other one when there's another one.
God, this feels like hell.
I thought I knew who I was,
but it's getting hard to tell.
I never wanted to be that girl.
I've heard about those women who didn't have a clue.
The ones who made excuses like my mama used to do.
And he jumps in the shower just as soon as he gets home.
And I spend half an hour going through his phone.
I never wanted to be that girl.
I never wanted to hate myself.
I thought this kind of lonely only happens to somebody else.
And being the other one when there's another one.
God, this feels like hell.
I thought I knew who I was,
but it's getting hard to tell.
I never wanted to be that girl.
I feel stupid.
I feel cheap.
I feel used.
I feel weak.
I never wanted to be that girl.
I never wanted to hate myself.
I thought this kind of lonely only happens to somebody else.
I thought
I knew who I was, but it's getting hard to tell.
I never wanted to be that girl.