There's no talk of future plans

There's no romance

There's no good reason we should be in love

So I've been making shit up

We're even sleeping in different beds

Different schedules

But that's the best excuse you came up with

Good enough that it still sticks



Still, I'm not tired of you holding out

Theres nothing better to come along

I'm not tired of being let down

I'm tired of playing dumb



There's no talk of where you've been

Though the evidence keeps creeping its way

Into our happy home

I hardly notice anymore

Matchbooks from the other side of town

Those long aching looks

Into other people's yards

But that can't be what you want



I'm not tired of you coming home too late

Or when you don't come home at all 

I can handle being alone

I'm just tired of playing dumb



I'm tired of playing dumb

I'm tired of playing dumb



There's no talk of how I am

I'm not complaining

But maybe a few kind words once in a while . . . .