(Juliana Hatfield/ Brian Vander Ark)
Table for one
Next to the window
Where I can see reflections of
A table for two
He's breaking the moves
And I'm watching her come undone.
Can you take away
The other person's place
I was always late
I guess they got tired of waiting
Table for one
Down near the back
Where I can relax
With a book in my face.
I got what I wanted, my freedom
So I raise this glass to myself and celebrate.
Two for one is what they're offering
And when you come, don't promise me anything
And still I wait, where is my dessert
I think I've been forgotten
A single rose from a fresh bouquet
A stomach pain and when I go it's all I will
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