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I watched the light fade out behind your eyes  

The second he walked in with all those lies.  

I held the door, I held your hand through every broken part,  

While he just held the power to go and wreck your heart.  

Now I’m sitting on this back pew, staring through stained glass,  

Just a shadow of the “thank you”s that you whispered in the past.

They say that nice guys finish last—maybe that’s the truth.  

I spent my whole life steady, only losing in my youth.  

I never meant to be the one who’s always left behind,  

With a “you’re so sweet” still echoing in corners of my mind.  

Yeah, the good ones stay in neutral while the reckless hit the gas—  

It’s a bitter thing to swallow… nice guys finish last.

I heard he’s back to drinking, calling you at three,  

And you’re picking up the phone like you’re wishing he was me.  

But I’m the one who listened when your world was falling through,  

And he’s the one you’re missing while I’m standing next to you.  

I’m tired of being the shoulder that you lean on when he’s gone—  

Just a temporary shelter till your next mistake comes on.

Maybe I should learn to burn the bridge before I cross,  

Maybe being kind is just another name for loss.  

But I can’t change my wiring, even if I tried,  

To be that hollow-hearted man you keep there by your side.

So let the nice guys finish last, if that’s the way it goes—  

I’d rather keep my pride than be the choice you only chose.  

I never meant to be the one who’s forever left behind,  

With a “you’re so sweet” still ringing in the corners of my mind.  

Yeah, the good ones stay in neutral while the reckless hit the gas—  

It’s a lonely road to travel… nice guys finish last.

Yeah… they finish last.  

And I swore I’d never be that guy—  

Just watching you walk past.