Moved On

We stay up late Talking about life Talking about sorrow And what it means to love We stay up late Looking at the stars Looking at me And something in me Started to believe God closed that door a Long, long time ago And I've broken my fingernails Trying to pry it open But maybe it's finally time To move on We weren't a love poem Crafted by some underground Shakespeare So maybe it's time to stop pretending that was so He calls me pretty so easily It's not hard for him to say I'm funny And he likes spending time with me You made it seem so hard But maybe it really is easy to love me God closed that door a Long, long time ago And I've broken my fingernails Trying to pry it open But maybe it's finally time To move on I see God in his eyes And I never did yours I see a new dawn And I think I've moved on With someone who really likes me I've moved on I've moved on I've moved on I've moved on