She got all her stuff together, packed the car, gave back the ring
She said I needed counseling, she said I could keep everything
She’d rather live in a New York apartment on the 42nd floor
But all I heard as she slammed the door
Was “I can’t do this anymore.”
I can’t do this to you
I can’t do this to me
We can’t do this to each other
I can’t do this anymore
A buddy defriended me on Facebook, said I was full of it & was done
Gave me all the stuff he borrowed, and he rode off toward the sun
He told me never contact him again, he let me know that it was war
His last words to me sure settled the score
He said, “I can’t do this anymore”
I can’t do this to you
I can’t do this to me
We can’t do this to each other
I can’t do this anymore
So now I’m here in this house that’s falling apart just like my heart
All my shattered dreams have given me another chance to start
I’ll get the hell out of Montana to move back West by the shore
I’ll sell the house for a buyer to restore
Cause I can’t do this anymore
Bridge
Sometimes we have to admit that we were wrong
So we can find someone else and write a better song
2017
Lyric Notes:
Originally entitled “I Can’t Fucking Do This Anymore” this was much harsher than its current version. A weird time to finish this (Valentine’s Day), it’s a reflection about a few things beyond an old lover or a friend. As a light-hearted man, I am attracted to darker subjects and one of those subjects is the fragile nature- that break from the old ways of the past to the possibility of a fresh start. What makes people walk and what keeps you believing in the promise of a relationship? Who knows but here’s a kind of justification for what happens when one leaves.