It Won't Do: In the Spirit of Bobby Dylan

It won’t do no good to carry on and smile, babe,
since you’ve done it all before.
And you’ve spent all your dimes calling early,
but I won’t answer anymore.
I’ve been sitting and contemplating thinking ‘bout the past,
looking through our photos wondering why it didn’t last,
it all happened just a little too fast,
but now we’re back to where we’re at.

And I know you’d hate for me to pity you, babe,
but you know I really do.
and I know I told you that I really loved you,
you know I really meant it too.
But in the end there’s nothing left for me to feel but used,
you came and went so fast you left me dazed and confused,
your love is pretty strong, but pain’s the only tool you use,
and you’re the reason why I write the blues.

So long honey babe,
here’s to what we’ve said and done.
I realize now there wasn’t much before this,
and I think we’ve had our fun.
I wish you hadn’t left me alone in the rain,
I thought this time was different, it was the same old thing,
no regrets from me, but never again,
and no song for you’s been written since.