Double-Crossing

You tell yourself it’s not bitter;  

so many times they disappear 

You left me with the goodbye jitters.

I sometimes wonder if my laugh is simply a titter,

everyone else's seems so sincere.

You tell yourself it’s not bitter.

More people vacate, I’m not a quitter:     

I hope I can make that completely clear.

You left me with the goodbye jitters. 

There’s the deception that I’m better, 

yearning isn’t worth the aching spear.

You tell yourself it’s not bitter.

My head is filled with this clatter,

I wish that it would go away, that it wouldn’t be here.

You left me with the goodbye jitters.

You should be aware; you were a terrible begetter

this nonsense made my head slightly queer 

You tell yourself it’s not bitter

You left me with the goodbye jitters.