Guterkind I Won't Bend Back

You left your coat on the kitchen chair
Rain on the cuffs, your cologne in the air
I found your note by the chipped blue cup
Three careful words, then you gave up

I used to wait for the door to turn
Now I let the paper curl and burn

I won’t bend back into your shape
I won’t keep holding what you couldn’t take
I’ve got my feet on the kitchen floor
I know what I’m worth when you’re not here anymore

I won’t bend back
I won’t bend back

Your old key’s still in the sugar bowl
Beside the list of things we never stole
I take it out, let it fall in my hand
Then leave it there like a grain of sand

I used to wait for the door to turn
Now I let the paper curl and burn

I won’t bend back into your shape
I won’t keep holding what you couldn’t take
I’ve got my feet on the kitchen floor
I know what I’m worth when you’re not here anymore

I won’t bend back
I won’t bend back
I know what I’m worth when you’re not here anymore

The chair is empty
The room is mine