It's funny now, isn't it?
How everything just doesn't fit,
You turned your attention from me,
And my roses died suddenly,
You said for me you'd wait;
Why the hell did I tempt fate?
And to think we were that close,
You really hit me with a dose
of lingering infatuation;
And it is my own persuasion
that I willingly gave into,
Just so I could dream of you;
All that you felt inside,
though it's hard to abide;
You didn't have to tell,
Didn't have to ring the bell,
We could have been just fine,
But you had to pop the line;
And I couldn't go your way,
Now you're pushing me away;
So what's the deal with that?
Should I move on and be glad?
Now everything just doesn't fit,'
'Cause you put out the flame you've lit.
