Maybe For The Last Time

I've packed my bags,
It's sitting by the door,
It's watching me,
Knowing I'm not really going to leave,
It's the 19th time I'm doing this,
Or maybe it's the 89th,
I've lost count,
I'll turn around to say goodbye,
I can't do this all over again,
You don't want me to stay either,
You've got your girl,
I'm intruding,
I want to pin this on you,
But my bags are waiting,
I have to go.