Closing Time My Turn

Not at all.
Then he asks about my weekend, drifts right back to her.
I keep the lights low,
And I keep my hands busy with the work.
If you want the easy thing, just say you're fine,
But I've been holding up the bar for both of us a long,
Long time.
Maybe you look up, maybe you walk out the door.
Either way I'm saying it, I can't hold it in anymore.
Close in time, it's my turn now.
I've been listening all year long, I know how it went down.