Does This Mean You're Moving On?

And the funny thing is, it has no end

I try to call you up, at two a.m.

In a crowded bar, your ringer tones

Grab my mind

I can see you through the phone

The phone, the phone

And I'm wide awake at home

At home, at home

So think I'll see my coquette

And hope you don't catch

The bourbon on my breath

My breath, my breath

Catch a cab outside on Seventh Street

And the cars fly through the Bowery

I come to your door and I hear a moan

And another voice, so, Christ, she's not alone

Alone, alone

And my heart sinks like a stone

A stone, a stone

And the tears won't even come

I feel so numb

So swept aside, so dumb

So dumb, so dumb

When the words are wrong

And my patience gone

Will you tell me

Does this mean you're moving on?

From the balcony, you call my name

I see you standing in the rain

Your words so dry, your face so wet

Said I broke your heart

But it hasn't happened yet

I'll bet, your friends all hate me now

I get the strangest looks

From that bitchy crowd

And though they must think

They have every reason to

I guess I'm still not quite yet over you

When the words are wrong

And you're hanging on

Another guy's arm

Does this mean you're moving on?