Does This Mean You're Moving On?

And the funny thing is, it has no endI try to call you up, at 2amIn a crowded bar, your ringer tonesGrab my mindI can see you through the phone,The phone, the phoneAnd I'm wide awake at homeAt home, at homeSo I think I'll see my coquetteAnd hope you don't catchThe bourbon on my breathMy breath, my breathCatch a cab outside on Seventh StreetAnd the cars fly through the BoweryI come to your door and I hear a moanThen another voice, so Christ, she's not aloneAlone, aloneAnd my heart sinks like a stoneA stone, a stoneAnd the tears won't even comeI feel so numbSo swept aside, so dumbSo dumb, so dumbWhen the words are wrongAnd my patience goneWill you tell meDoes this mean you're moving on?From the balcony, you call my nameI see you standing in the rainYour words so dry, your face so wetSaid I broke your heart,But it hasn't happened yetI'll bet, your friends all hate me nowI get the strangest looks,From that bitchy crowdAnd though, they must thinkThey have every reason toI guess I'm still not quite yet over youWhen the words are wrongAnd you're hanging onAnother guy's armDoes this mean you're moving on?