Apologize don't apologize

And the funny thing is it has no end,

I try to call you up at

2 a.m. in a crowded bar. 

Your ringer tones crowd my mind.
I can see you through the phone,

Lying wide awake at home.
So I think I'll see my coquette 

And hope you don't catch the
bourbon on my breath.

I catch a cab outside on 7th Street

And the cars fly by through
the Bowery. I come to your door and 

I hear a moan, then
another voice. 

"oh Christ, she's not alone!"

And my heart sinks like a stone.

The tears won't even come,

I feel so numb, so swept aside,

So dumb.

When the words are wrong and my patience gone,

Tell me does this mean you're moving on?

From the balcony you call my name, 

I see you standing in the rain;

your words so dry, your face so wet, 

You say I broke your heart,
but it hasn't happened yet.

I bet your friends all hate me now.

I get the strangest looks from that bitchy crowd.

And though they must think they have every reason to, I guess
I'm still not quite yet over you.

When the words are wrong and you're hanging on another guy's
arm,

Does this mean you're moving on?