Those roses belong right
where the cat left them.
He knew you
didn’t care for him,
but he kept on trying
to be your friend.

And I cannot accept
the granted
I’ve been taken for, and
I will not lie down with
drama queens
on theater floors.
I cannot divide your
fear from trust
or love from lust.
I cannot accept
the granted.
Granted I’m gone.

Those love cards belong
with the Sunday papers.
With all the other
lies and fairy tales.
I have no room
for more junk mail.

I cannot accept the charges
I’ve been asked to pay.
It’s not in my best interest
to take the crap
you get away (with).
I cannot compete with
grandiose hallucinations.
I cannot accept the granted.
Granted I’m gone.

True romance.
You took it for granted.
Blind faith,
You took it for granted too.
My precious time.
You took it for granted,
and it passed you bye bye.

A damn good man who
would have given you the world
You took it for granted
you foolish little girl.
You took it for granted,
I’d go on and on and on.
You took it for granted.
Granted I’m gone.

I look good in that photo,
but even better without you.
You’ve been cut out, but
there’s no empty space.
Everyone can see the life
rushing back to my face.

And I cannot accept
the granted lying on my back.
And I cannot kiss and laugh
with cheerful liars
and Cheshire cats.
You call my love spilt, milk,
and you won’t cry, imagine that.
I cannot accept
the granted.
Granted you’re gone.

Granted I’m gone.
Granted I’m gone.
Granted your gone.