you were a brand new blue jean picket on the front lawn a reason just to get off the floor
from a friend to a stranger a simple rearranger should i even open that door
it was a sunday morning hanging by a shoelace felt like you were starting a war
war now you're changing and moving i'll take my ass to houston because i don't think you love me
anymore
it's all right
i was a headache some days but surely no one's perfect
see loving me is like doing it short
but you told me you'd hold me forget the matrimony
i don't think i love you anymore
and if this is my goodbye
it's been the longest of my life
i see my shoes have been filled and still all i can hope is that he's treating you nice
i see the new man you're holding the bar
is finally closing
i don't know what i'm bugging you for
between the silence and the mileage
the feelings you were hiding
i don't think you love me anymore
and i don't think i love you anymore
but i don't think i'll ever be
so sure
i don't think i'll ever be so sure
one, two, three, goodbye