Love don't live here.

Baby, you can try to tell me how it is and try to justify everything you did, but, honey, I'm no fool and I've been down this road too many times with you, now I think it's best to go. I've got one thing left to say, is: You can lay in the bed you made.
I've been doing fine without you, forgetting all the love we once knew and, boy, I ain't the one that slammed that door. Now you see a change of thinking, I ain't got a heart for breaking up, so go and pick your bags up from my door 'cause love don't live here anymore.