if it’s really over, and there’s nothing I can say
I’ll do my best to hide the pain and turn and walk away.
but do me one last favor and pretend you’re hurting too.
after all we’ve been through, it’s the least that you can do.

I don’t know any reason we should let the whole town know
which one of us came up with this plan for letting go.
try to leave me just a little pride to get me through.
after all I gave you, it’s the least that you can do.

when you run into our old friends, could you ask em how I’ve been?
and maybe even muster up a teardrop now and then.
if they ask you how you’re doing, what’s it really gonna hurt
to tell a little lie, and do your best to look your worst?

keep my old love letters in the closet down the hall.
and leave at least one picture of me somewhere on your wall.
could you do your best impression of a sentimental fool?
after all, it seems like it’s the least that you can do.

oh I know, it won’t be long till someone else is loving you
and waking up in your arms just the way that I used to.
promise me at least one time, you’ll call ‘em by my name
and when I’m with somebody new, I’ll try to do the same.

if someone ever asks you why we went our separate ways,
“we were just too much in love” might be the thing to say
or maybe you could tell them I was just too good for you
after all I gave you, it’s the least that you can do.

if the shoe were on the other foot, I’d do the same for you.
hey, after all we’ve been through, it’s the least that you can do