I'm not questioning the way I movenI left here for Wisconsin on a SundaynWith practiced inabilitynTogether what comes close to menI always choose to leavennDreaming but indifferent at bestnI laid down in the kitchennWith the pain across my chestnDesire to be simplifiednThe way your stoneholds heat at nightnThere's nothing left to provennAnd this is how I learn to be alonenStory of my life is yours to sharenA pendulum that swingsnAcross so many thingsnSo I will always be first to leavennI'm not questioning the things you donGo out all night with strangers on a FridaynMy practiced insecuritynPut prison walls around younSo I know you had to leavennProud and independent at your bestnYou curled up with a novelnAnd a sweater on your chestnDesire to be rectifiednThe footend of your bed replies,nThere's space for you to movennAnd this is how you learn to be alonenStory of your life is mine to sharenA pendulum that swingsnYou lost so many thingsnSo you will always be the first to leavennAnd this is how we learn to be alonenThe story of our lives is ours to sharenA pendulum that swingsnWe love so many thingsnSo we will always be the first to leavenWe will always be the first to leave