Burned Better Than Ezra

On a Tuesday in December
When you walked out I remember
You were smiling as you turned around
In the hallway, you lingered in the doorway
And still the words you said to me, make me think of how we used to be

Hand to my heart, I want to be the one who always learned
She said, You're just like the sun
I get so burned when you are close to me

In the back room of a mansion
You are planning your deception
Always calling, never phoning
I'm a victim of another's war
And still the words you said to me
Come ringing in your silent symphony

Hand to my heart, I want to be the one who always learned
She says, You're just like the sun
I get so burned when you are close to me

And still it hurt so bad, (I thought I'd get one over on you)
You know, I hope you're sad, (you deserve it more than anyone)

I could give you one good reason
You could be my winning season
All the things we could have been, just fell away