You don't bring me flowers.
You don't sing me lovesongs.
You hardly talk to me anymore,
when you come true the door,
at the end of the day.

I remember when
you couldn't wait to love me.
Used to hate to leave me.
Now, after loving me,
late at night,
when it's good for you,
and you are feeling alright,
well you just roll over
and turn out the light.
And you don't bring me flowers anymore.

It used to be so natural,
to talk about forever.
But "used to be's" don't count anymore.
They just lay on the floor,
till we sweep them away.

And baby, I remember,
all the things you taught me.
I learned how to laugh,
and I learned how to cry.
Well I learned how to love,
even learned how to lie.
You'd think I could learn,
how to tell you goodbye.
Cause,
you don't bring me flowers,
anymore.