you know you never know yourself
all those years you've lived
you could be someone else
and all those times you've been alone
all the lies you told
now haunt your perfect spacious home
and now there's no time
it's not such a crime
to say you don't love her
all those awkward silences
over breakfast as you fumble with your toast
you know the magic's gone for good
little things get on your nerves
that never worried you before
and you swore it would never happen to you
and you said you'd always be so true
and now there's no time
it's not such a crime to say
you don't love her |