Griffin Anthony - The Last Song lyrics

I'm still not sure who won the war Sights once set on so much more I confess I fought my best But I always knew Five minutes time She'll be out the door Puncturing another hole But building up a wall Wrapped within' the pain Of her low-road games I can still say Good luck to you I hope you find a way To sell the next guy The smile that you fake It didn't work I'll tell you the truth That this will be the last song That I write for you I'll just skip from stone to stone Far away Far from the loft I once called Home Home sweet home Two minutes time she'll be out the door Out that screen door With nothing more Than the clothes on her back And the few things she packed And those old Pictures that she drew CHORUS