Sometimes

And only sometimes, I feel like saying this to the poor darling boy I threw away. If he had fought harder, I could have, would have, no, should have, still been his, right now. As I type, I'd be his lover, his girlfriend, his life, his light and heart and soul and laughter, ever after. 
But no, he didn't come over, and that is that.

That'swhathappenswhenyou'reonyourown

I didn't know it would come to this but, that's what happens when you're on your own.
And you're all right at letting nice things go.

Well I pawned the earrings that you gave me.
Golden metal flowers, dangling. And I almost cried and I sold them off.

And I don't mind livin' on bread and oranges, no no.
But I gotta get to and from where I come. It's gonna take money to go.

Oh no, ohh.