I just want it to be a friendly situation if possible.
I don't know that that's possible,
I mean I've seen friends that get divorced,
and you know you see them six months later
and it's like cats and dogs, and you understand that.
Hey,
I was doing just fine before I met you.
I drink too much and that's an issue,
but I'm okay.
Hey,
tell your friends it was nice to meet them,
but I hope I never see them again.
I know it breaks your heart.
Moved to the city in a broke-down car and,
four years no calls.
Now you're lookin' pretty in a hotel bar and,
I..I..I..I..I... can't stop.
No, I...I...I...I...I can't stop.
So, baby, pull me closer
in the back seat of your Rover
that I know you can't afford.
Bite that tattoo on your shoulder.
Pull the sheets right off the corner
of the mattress that you stole
from your roommate back in Boulder.
We ain't ever getting older.