Hang - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

She grabs her magazines, she packs her things and she goes

She leaves the pictures hanging on the walls, she burns all her notes

And she knows she's been here too few years to feel this old

He smokes his cigarette, he stays outside 'til it's gone

If anybody ever had a heart, well, he wouldn't be alone

He knows he's been here too few years to be gone

And we always say it would be good to go away, someday

Yeah, but if there's nothing there to make things change

If it's the same for you, I'll just hang

Trouble understand, if she got reasons, he don't

Funny how I couldn't see at all until she grabbed up her coat

And she goes; she's been here too few years to take it all in stride

Yeah, well, still it's much too long to let hurt go (you let her go)

And we always say it would be good to go away, someday

Yeah, but if there's nothing there to make things change

If it's the same for you, I'll just hang

The same for you, I'll always hang

Well, I always say it would be good to go away

But if things don't work out like we think

And there's nothing there to ease this aching

If there's nothing there to make things change

If it's the same for you, I'll just hang