and I try, and I try, but I’m no good at goodbye
you can tell by the way I can’t look you in the eye
and it’s clear from this nothing right I have to say now
+++ that I’m no good at goodbye…
and I duck, and I scurry, but I’m no good at “I’m sorry”
you can tell from the stutter and the mumble as I hurry past
a couple words you should’ve heard before you go,
+++ ‘cause I’m no good at goodbye
+++++ when I’m no good for anyone,
+++++ must’ve dried up in the summer sun
+++++ and you’ll leave me for another place
+++++ somewhere far away, forget my face…

I can hover here above you, but I’m no good at “I love you”
call it sticker shock, but I can’t talk,
I never quite recover when
+++ my cover blows, and I’d suppose by now you know
+++++ when I’m no good for anything,
+++++ just a spare clown in a side-show ring
+++++ and you’ll leave me for bigger town
+++++ pack your bags and go, never turn around,

and I try, and I try, but I’m no good at goodbye
you can tell by the way I can’t look you in the eye
and it’s clear from this nothing right I have to say now
+++ that I’m no good, that I’m no good,
+++ yeah, I’m no good at goodbye…