"Baby, I'm falling away..."

Funny how some songs just take the words right out of your mouth.
Fast forward to 1:45.

You win
I quit
I'm certain you let my hands
Wander your hips
Just to leave me
Desperate now

I remember your thread thin arms
I remember your hands
And how easily
It seemed to me
That they could rip me open

Baby, I'm falling away ...

... You were always good at putting words together
About how you always liked me better
When I never came around
You were always good at putting words together
And wearing them so loud

(Thanks, Belle)