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