I called because
I dreamed of you last night,
being out of touch was just an oversight,
our friendship was a ship that lost it's way,
but I miss you and you need a place to stay.
But don't forget, if something's gonna end,
it might as well be over,
why should we wait until then, if something's gonna end.
When I saw
your face the crush came rushing back,
playing favourite songs while I watched you unpack,
we went out drinking, and dancing and then,
we became lovers, but we're really just friends.
And is there any point in getting what you want
if you lose it in the end.
It's better to just be friends, if something's gonna end.
I gave up smoking
‘cause you don't like cigarettes,
you didn't notice but you could've blinked I guess,
I'm tired and I'm lonely, and I'm bored,
I'm more disappointed than I can afford,
and I wonder, if we're not made for each other,
who were we made for then.
I guess you can't pretend, if something's gonna end.
(Never could
seem to say I love you at the same time.
Never could get you to drop your guard.
Never really cared that much about a star-sign, except mine.
Now I'm bullfighting your Taurean heart.)
Well we said
goodbye and no-one shed a tear,
you caught a plane and tried to disappear,
a year went by, we ran into each other one day,
you smiled when I asked you why you ran away,
and you just said,
"If something's gonna end, it might as well be over.
I couldn't wait until then, if something's gonna end."
