You were a brand new, blue jean,
picket on the front lawn
A reason just to get off the floor
From a friend to a stranger,
a simple rearranger
Should I even open that door?
It was a Sunday morning,
hanging by a shoelace
Felt like you were starting a war
Now you're changing and moving,
I'll take my ass to Houston
'Cause I don't think you love me anymore
(It's alright)
I was a headache somedays,
but surely no one's perfect
See, loving me is like doing a chore
But you told me you'd hold me,
forgеt the matrimony
I don't think I love you anymore
And, if this is my goodbyе
It's been the longest of my life
I see my shoes have been filled, and, still
All I can hope is that he's treating you nice
I see the new man you're holding,
the bar is finally closing
I don't know what I'm buggin' ya for
Between the silence and the mileage,
the feelings you were hiding
I don't think you love me anymore
And I don't think I love you anymore
But I don't think I'll ever be so sure
(One, two, three) Ah