Calling and Not Calling My Ex

She was once mine

That smile that shines from the glossy magazine that stuck inside the Sunday Times

She was so sweet on Christmas Eve

With the snow set deep, when we went walking through the pines

I had just been fired and her first offer had arrived

And the new year would see her flying far away from me

Though I didn't know it at the time

With outstretched hands

Now she commands

A famous figure for every picture

And she stands up strong and she demands

And they deliver

Yeah, she's a fixture

And it's a mixture of dumb jealousy and fear that I might feel, should she appear

Just like it hasn't been three years

And there's a distance to her voice over the phone and that's because she stands alone

While I'm still sitting here

Girl, you see me here on another quiet night

I will wait until another indistinguishable day arrives

I'll decide where the light's even and bright

Where my life's sweet as it's slightly, disappointedly, just gliding softly by

And you won't wait for me in some secluded stand of trees some Christmas Eve some god was kind enough to set aside

Although I'd love you to, I'm proud of you

God knows I'm feeling really stupid now

For having ever said goodbye

During the fight

I said, "Yeah right"

When you insisted that I visit, that you'd write

Now, I know you're working hard so I never hear from you, and that's fine

You look the same on TV as when you were mine

I walk in from the kitchen and I finger the remote control

I watch you from the distance, you go walking through the terminal

I remember ever instance, when you stung me

Oh, you're so lovely

Oh, you're so smart

So, go turn their heads, go knock them dead, go break their hearts

Go break their hearts

Baby, break their hearts

And I know you will