The Note

Baby, you surprised me
But not in the way you think it might be
No, the break-up wasn't surprising
I was really ready for anything

No, it's the way you broke up with me
Too scared to say that I was free
Too scared to tell me in person that I
Could no longer be the apple of your eye

A note is really more of a coward's move
Than a phone call, to tell the truth
So why is it that you pulled this act of cowardice
When I thought you were, for that, too nice?

Why couldn't you be a man, man up
Not go through with writing a note I might tear up
Why couldn't you just tell me yourself,
Instead of writing a note that belongs in a book on a shelf?