When you walk into the living room And your eyes are living proof That you've done all you could And you're finally sick of me And there's nothing I could be To make you feel good
As you take off from your mess I thought I could love you best Before you go
How are things, love? Since somebody stole our love? Did you ever feel the sting, love? Is it any of the above, love? I hope you're well
There's a picture of us with our key And the wallet I keep here So I don't have to explain There's a little pill next to that