She lights a candle in the bathroom,
     puts her wineglass and her ashtray on the floor.
Leans back against the wall and softly sings along,
     with the music that sneaks underneath the door.
          And she thinks she gets the message to this sad song.
          Knows that it was written just for her.
There's mascara in her teardrops as they fall upon the tile,
     she cries "I hate that bastard he's just to much to endure".

She hides the empty bottle in the garbage,
     Finds her keys where they had fallen on the floor.
Knows she shouldn't drive but she can't help herself,
     'Cause too much kind of makes you want some more.
          So she says to the stock boy at the grocery,
          "Could he help her find the brand she's looking for"?
And the checkout girl calls out behind her,
     "Mame you've just spilled all your change upon the floor".

And I should have told you that I loved you, but I didn't.
Should have told you I was sorry, but I didn't.
Should have told you, you were pretty, but I didn't.
Should have had a ticket for your midnight ride, but I didn't.

Scratches the cat and on her way to the bathroom,
     turns the music up another notch or two.
She helps herself to some more self medication,
     in hopes that somehow that might help her make it through.
          She took a contact from her tired eyes
          But now she can't find it anywhere.
And the porcelain feels cold to the touch of her fingers,
     she cries "Dear god you know my life's somewhere in there".

And I should have told you that I loved you, but I didn't.
Should have told you I was sorry, but I didn't.
Should have told you, you were pretty, but I didn't.
Should have had a ticket for your midnight ride, but I didn't.

She takes her dirty sweatshirt from the hamper,
     and makes herself a pillow on the floor.
She hears the morning paper break her window,
     and why could he never place it by the door.
          And she thinks to herself "Why did she waste her life?"
          As the cat stuck his paw under the door.
And if only he had come just a little sooner,
     he just - might have been the savior she'd been waiting for.

I should have told you that I loved you, but I didn't.
Should have told you I was sorry, but I didn't.
Should have told you, you were pretty, but I didn't.
I thought I'd wait till' you calmed down and came back home -
But you didn't.