No joke
She says I'll leave you
I'd never think to treat you
Like this I can't believe it
I'll give you 3 more chances then I'm gone for goodShe is reaching outer limits with him
He treads thin ice
So damn thin that he can sense the water at his feetAt the start he was a prince who brought gifts
Wrapped and well thought
His lips needed no words kisses told her everythingShe's wearing his favorite shirt she owns
Yet still she knows
No joke
She says I'll leave you
I'd never think to treat you
Like this I can't believe it
I'll give you 3 more chances then I'm gone for goodHe swears
He's really worth it
But has trouble showing it
This routine is over as he says to her
It hits her like a ton of bricksAnother weekend in the transit station eyes glue to hands
Of the rushing clocks won't wait for just anyoneShe awaits the R2 patiently with gifts
Clinched under arms
For her lover that she misses oh so much right nowHe's wearing her favorite shirt he owns
Yet still she cries (he forgets it)
Friday train rides
Sitting next to
Suit and ties to workSix long hours
Cramped and crowdedHer regrets can't
Quite be counted
On both of her handsBut count on her goodbyes
