Sitting in the Smoking Lounge of an Airport With a Broken Heart Carissa's Wierd

We might as well talk about things on the news
Maybe the weather 'cause it's always true
We've got nothing left we can do
And we might as well talk about anything
Doesn't really matter, I'm sure you'll agree:
We don't stand on common ground
And we might as well talk, talk about you
And all of the brilliant things that you do
Is that what you really wanted to hear?

And I tried so hard to talk really soft
But I knew I was talking way too loud
You're irritated, I don't understand

But if you're so glad that you left, why'd you come back?
Just to keep an eye on the ones in your past?
Just to see if he still cares?
And we sat and we watched you sing all your songs
Secretly hoping that we'd sing along
But there was nothing left and we both know it

And in the end you left me sitting in the smoking lounge of an airport
I was praying
It might somehow turn back around, but it was really gone forever
And I'll write you a letter, and never send it away