Well it's getting colder
And you're getting distant
And I just keep thinking
That I never meant it to be like this
You know what comes next
So do I...
You're begging for a way to gracefully bow out...
And say good night

It's worse than you think...
On your way home...
You should have known
You never listen to me
I'm only complaining
To keep myself busy sweetie

I can't say I blame you...
But I wish that I could
I'm sick of writing song about you

(Don't call my name out your window I'm leaving)
You should have known on your way home
I'm sick of writing every song...
I'm sick of writing every song about you