Well the truth it fell so heavy,
like a hammer through the room,
that I could choose another over her.
You always said I was an actor, baby.
-Guess in truth you thought me just amateur.
That you never saw the signs,
that you never lost your grip,
oh, come on now,
that's such a childish claim.
Now I wear the brand of traitor.
Don't it seem a bit absurd.
When it's clear I was so obviously framed.
When it's clear I was so obviously framed.
Now you act so surprised
to hear what you already know.
And all you really had to do was ask.
I'd have told you straight away.
All those lies were truth,
and all that was false was fact.
Now you hold me close and hard,
but I was like a statue at most,
refusing to acknowledge you'd been hurt.
Now you're clawing at my throat
And you're crying all is lost,
But your tears they felt so hot upon my shirt.
But your tears they felt so hot upon my shirt.
Well the truth it fell so heavy,
like a hammer through the room,
that I could choose another over her.
You always said I was an actor, baby.
-Guess in truth you thought me just amateur.
Was it you who told me once,
now looking back it seems so real,
that all our mistakes are merely grist for the mill.
So why is it now after I had my fill,
that you steal from me the sorrow that I've earned?
Shall we call this a lesson learned?
-Ray LaMontagne
